Poet's corner.

POET'S CORNER

   My feel like a vibrating bed,
   I fast as fuck and kind of drunk,
   Melvins blasting in my headphones,
   the ditch is full of glass but my wheels are big,
   homeless village in the background,
   211 bottles are more common than ignorance,
   the body suffers from dragging parking blocks,
   This is my religion,
   and my mind flourishes.