RUSTED MEMORIES
I know they are rusted and
To live them again my life will have to reverse
The only precious thing I earned
Which I can’t trade for entire universe
Today once again I want to relive them
When just two pacs made me helm of the realm
Time was the best friend then
Now it’s a mere companion
Things then we did were never to appease
When the most lethal words were “Bitch Please”
They said don’t drink and drive
So we smoked hookah and used to fly
Irrelevant blabbering of insomniac idiots
Escort to room after third degree on innocent butts
When that one babe would charge up the level
Of testosterone creating high mental upheaval
I know I can’t get those days back again
But a kick of brewed rusted memories relieves the pain
-JK Hirani
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