god's given you

there are bars on the windows...am i in prison? i don't know anymore...sitting here sweating in the moonlight, thinking about stolen kisses, and all the mrs., that used to be mine...but now, sweet nothings...mother's of jimmy and cindy so and so...wives of big billy big shot...lives and lives and lives that i used to know...ahh humans, sometimes i am sorry to call myself one...burping, vomiting, and shitting, the dirty bastards...when it all comes down to someday, it will all come down to nothing...i hope to be laying on a polluted beach, watching the blood red sun set over the peaceful waves...