Cooter DC

Lies have jurisdiction when fear has got the lead, so I promise to accept it if the truth you'll tell to me

Gather round children, I'll sing you a song. Of all of the troubles in a world that's gone wrong. Of war and deception, of fear and of greed. Of everyone selling what nobody needs.

That cozy content feeling a well earned sadness brings The warm nostalgic blanket of faded precious things The lullaby of loneliness when it’s months until the spring Single cup of chamomile and the company of nothing

3am coffee and my breakfast at noon. Whiskey from the pocket, sleeping in my shoes. Eating truck stop oatmeal, with a plastic spoon. Flying by my headlights, surviving on the blues.