6-22-2012. Tower monkey ramblings.

So now that its legitimately summer I’ve started writing significantly more. A byproduct of the extra slow summer days in the lifeguard tower.

So I’m gonna start posting my ramblings. When I can. Here’s the first one.

“Your love. My war” ——smoke stacks propel from the underage lung. Babe you won the war before the battles begun. And ill stack artillery, so my armies might goes down in history. And if you cast a smile the bombs will launch. Raining down from the sky till its all gone. A barren wasteland on my September soul. So its back to preying till the bellies full. Back to growing up and lowered standards. Back to jagged nails and rusty hammers. Back to refreshing the weekly epitomy. Back to sleeping in versus anxiety. After their governments toppled we’ll start anew. Rebuild our own country. With a constitution set to brew. And this feeling’s corpse gets buried in a hole. As just another casualty of war. And when the country’s people rebel and start a coo. We’ll put them down as us capatalists do.—-