writing with wine ~ never good

lucky fucking pea

he’d done went and escaped

why that little renegade

run pea, run. before they call the brigade 

and bring your ass back, to your worst fate

a shitty pasta salad, on grandmas plate

run pea, run. don’t stop, don’t hesitate

i get it, your spirits to big to be caged

the cry of that big world out there, it does stimulate

so run pea, run far, then celebrate

and pea, i hope your spirit, it does now resonate

‘cuz even if  you did return
 and try to sparkle up this shit pasta salad,

these bitches,

will just keep talking up the  lemonade.

~j~