KID ROCK

i do not have a mind
of it's own
of it's tree poem
of it's teeth home
or a home
or round the bases
on a diamond yacht
or a jet ski made of solid gold
or a
my mind runs
faster than fat minds
flat lines
the dead plains
up and up and up
called surfing
called i can't bring myself to call you
to say i gave up
to say of what i say i say
the honest line
or just a mapped out
toldjaso
i am not trying
i am not walking away
i am not a perfect jump shot
swoosh
and other soft sounds