To my one true love: skiing.
I can play guitar until my fingers bleed,
I can spend hours learning how to read,
I can eat, drink, and smoke galore,
but skiings the only thing that makes me happy anymore.
I can hit the highway going way too fast,
I can hit my bitches up and get some good ass,
I can lift weights until I’m sore,
but skiing’s the only thing that makes me happy anymore.
I can hike, I can bike,
I can watch a movie I like,
I can go on Newschoolers and try to act core,
but skiings the only thing that makes me happy anymore.
here upon the toilet I sit,
thinking all this as I take a shit,
I feel like a prisoner of war,
because skiings the only thing that makes me happy anymore.
Love and Peace,
Jack