Books that are not read
I is discarded,
Well, in those that read
Nothing good.
I now want to get there
In a fabulous country,
In the books I've read about them,
When I was a drug addict.
Never shall I acid
Do not return the minute,
When I book
He was blessed with and scared.
I flew in the sky,
Feel free to swim across the sea,
I saw someone else's country,
And no straining dick.
No work, no money,
Well, let,
Sadness passes.
Who holds the book,
He always understands me.