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Jacob my TTC Bunkie
Sometimes at night he farts and it smells funky
Drama, Trauma, Toxic, Delirious
We share jokes about the village folks. It’s hilarious.
Noticing women teasing the men desperate for attention.
If he’s Scotty, then I’m Pimpin
turning boys to men, pulling all the women
I’m the player and he’s the head coach
Jacob is quick to tell ***** jokes
Th th th th that’s folks.
Jacob my bunkie
Who told you they’d be out
because the blacktop is hot?

Whose light was used
to find it slithering
where you swore
it would be not?

Who sacrificed
their personal belongings
to catch
then release?

Who talks and talks,
knowing not true facts,
wielding data that is
incomplete?

Who listens to redrum music?
Who’s the one doing The Shining?
Ooooh… that’s me.
I caught the baby Mojave,
rattling green.

Who?
Michael A. Pettigrew
took a rod,
wrapped the poisonous rattler,
and made it stare
terror in the face.

That old serpent
he deserves
to live in fear
with grace.

And on the Sabbath day,
these events
took place.
Thick in the thighs
My Pan Dulce Marissa
A Leo with wildfire, eyes

On the Fourth of July
Emotions lit the sky
I wanted a slice
Of that sweet cherry pie

In these mental hallways
I wore a mask
Played it shy
Hiding my hunger for her
In a cool whip disguise

Jelly over my Concha
At this moment I dream
To fill her muffin,
With my delicious cream

As I preheat the oven of fantasy,
the end theme is clear:
I want her on her knees,
wildfire eyes
looking up at me.
Wether is it a simulation,
the matrix
or spiritual realm.
With AI in the See
who is at the helm?
Different dimension
Like fish in the sea
Can you see the air around me?
I view the creatures in the water
An alternate atmosphere
Inverted sky bowl
blue & clear.
Perception in question
Man wrote this & that
Forever guessing what is facts.
Can a fish comprehend
the water that it is in?
I am right back to the end.
I can hear without sound
Visualize no eyes
The body drops off
The soul never dies!
Oh, look how beautifully vibrant in color
from the forest to the jungle
to the garden in the front yard.

It dances through blossoms,
socializing with all the flowers,
while people gaze in awe,
knowing it once hid in a cocoon
before taking on its majestic form.

The butterfly loved to be seen
flashing its splendor to everyone,
which made it hard,for any one soul
to fully love & fully trust at the same time.

As stunning as its fluttering flight,
it was heartbreaking that no bond could hold it
no heart could claim it for long.

Long live the butterfly, for the purest romance
is love that never lets itself be caught.
The ultimate evil is social boredom, but I am not.
Born to die
Live to cry
Life is a river
Go with the flow

Current through the middle
You can bank on me
I’m on each side
Emotional support I provide

Beneath the surface
Tears still run
But I keep flowing
Towards the sun
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