They claim a
Loose little empire
Woven together with
Broken curfews
And worried parents
(In the beginning)
But what night life
Gives way to are the
Vices and devices
To torture those in
The way of whatever
Hit they search for
Living with their
Abusive parents
Hiding their meth
In legendary edition
Halo 3 Master Chief
Helmet, contented
With the threat of
Police finding them
Never manifested
They conive and
Thrive by tricking
Their “friends”
Staying with them
Living with them
Being together
As bf and gf
A title their egoes
Need to survive
But they won’t survive
Not like the narcos
They look up to
They live in the
Run-down small town
Thinking they are
The best around
But they don’t have
A paycheck and live
Off of rainchecks
And IOU’s. Maybe it’s
Best that they are
Thought to be
Kings.
So they won’t
Bother the rest of
Us.
Consume Reality! 