Hi people.
I have five minutes before I leave for the airport. My life feels like this:
!!@3334$$##
I wrote a poem:
this is called 'a real poet'
fast paced life slow mind control as soft as last
dream mind scheme stitch da peezez oh bajeesus
circles and squares find your pairs
listen to the clock that dude iz a jock
itz all a crock your life trialz a mock
pick a pock
et
of your enemy hegemony
veggies with honey
in your tummy....for the bunnies
that
doesn't quite rhyme you dummy.
my cheekz and hair are rojo
this text is from my broho. he is sick and lacks
the mojo.
at least he is also a rojooooo.
the bearenstain berz
who cares
what did he do in florida?????
he wants a brick for his sheep
in too deep i feel like a creep beep beep!!!
mozes, drinkin from hoses
you got nothin cuz yer nuthin
don't show your cards and avoid a nip
slip at all cost.
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