i licked the head of my pen then commenced to imagining diving deep into my mind with no telling what i would find eyes that flittered mind that fluttered hand that held a pen that stuttered with nary a question why i wrote down what came to mind and that which did come to mind poured itself out in rhyme to think all this started with a simple lick of the pen
if your father smokes let him be he's releasing from the tension and stress but don't forget to let him realise his ever loving son gives a **** listen to all his rants but he still smokes one puff till the end 'goodbye papa' i say for i know my lungs are filled with smoke of decay
i smoke cigarettes too so i'm just a ****** hypocrite
I focus on my bank account and not feeling alone. The man in 1080p repeats, 'Where has my America gone?' Fifty or sixty, and billionaire rich -- I guess I'm his working class *****.
Voting on how to delude myself best; I am part of a dollar bill nest, where I get to see but don't get to touch, where I get to give but don't get too much.