These poems are not selling
what else shall I do.
Break your face to ask your tastes
Phenominia... Swine flu....
If theres a pill than please take it,
the chemist a corporation.
They made it for the take of it.
Your emancipation
doesn't require
recommendation
My rhyme is off
I tossed off my stuff
You drop Big words
and dogs drop dog turds...
If Satan is a dick
than Jesus is a pussy
We kidnapped a girl
we called her "Juicy Lucy"
I'm an artist, I'm a baby...
...All your sure thoughts
are for me
all just maybes..
And yes I am lazy
or just a little bit crazy...
...My memories are hazy
before cancer Patrick Swayze
Road House Point Break
Extra money, Ruth Chris' Steak...
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