Passing on is the challenge
but passing out is easy
passing by makes you a legend
no one tells you when they're leaving
it's not deceiving if they aren't reading
defeating the purpose of discourse is
dissing every course while cheating

on the the caps of their knees pleading looking up
instead of inside of the mind to see the meaning
bleeding and dying, crying to have another chance
but it's a glance through the safe side to realize
that everything is all right
while nothing's left
having nothing is felicity without the stress
or a pound upon your chest

like most hens who get chopped off at the neck
we digress constantly that we confess
to remind how good we are
just to say we earned another check
hardly work to work hard
and say we hate living
just to save some innocence
even though that makes no sense
if I could love for another woman
I'm still selling it to a finished fence
who has no compassion here or hence
to the blank less than the forth minus one ( 'hence'forth, <3 = cannabis )
which equals a couple lovely little Mary trees
that start to grow through the open spaces of your favorite park bench