Ricardo Viloria


The world has gone mad,

The people are crazy!


We’re talking through little black boxes,

And hiding behind blurred lines.

The gays are getting married,

They’re preaching about love on the streets,

So why don’t our religions do the same?




Weed kills!


Our world is broken

And our society fights those

Who bleed for change


Meanwhile, I’m high on grass

Contemplating the tragedy of our lives,

While the kid next to me huffs on a flash drive.