Spitpile

Spitpile
Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those fuckin' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so fuc*** what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my fuc*** day.
Blue shit from my fresh slurpee
and horse shit splattered on a tree.
F*** authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.