I dont know basically what I need,
A glass of vodka with strips of lime,
Or a burning marlboro to kill my time.
A rattle of a piece,my friends niece,
Or a Castle of sorts in untorned Greece.
Perhaps I want a Nation with Rockstar Pride,
Love in the open & cheapness in Hide.
Smokin my barrel with an everfilled powder,
And just feeling within the Nerval Tide..
I am living still with my face facing sky,
Still I need them I just dont know why.
Perhaps I am a Dreamer from Eric Bana's Fleet.
Or am I just a Rocker shouting on Zepplin's Beat.
If only I know how to convert my want to need,
I will do myself some good indeed,
But I dont solicit suggestions abode,
Its my illusion & proudly I rode.
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