Your Loss

Up close,

The thirst is quenched by the hose,

Death comes in powders through the nose,

Thank God that I wouldn’t know,

I’ve never been lost in the sauce,

Only Fuck with some kush and a Voss,

And pray to the one on the cross,

Cause he’s the boss,

And if you don’t like this art,

Oh well, That’s your loss,

This is My creative continuation,

While we’re here in the simulation,

Art is my mental vacation,

While I raise my vibrations,

And live off my vocation.