Well, it's been a prolific day (literally)
nothing left to prose, or say
an imagination, run-a-way
witnessed here, today
Don't judge me cuz I squawk
it's simply how, I walk
rhyming, with my talk
chuckin politic, kinda rock
Of love and dogs I'll speak
and missiles hitting peaks
cuz, if it's art you seek
with some tongue, and cheek
I'll try not to sour your read
or with my words, too plead
wake up and smell, the feed
the world is deep, in need
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Well, it's been a prolific day (literally)
nothing left to prose, or say
an imagination, run-a-way
witnessed here, today
Don't judge me cuz I squawk
it's simply how, I walk
rhyming, with my talk
chuckin politic, kinda rock
Of love and dogs I'll speak
and missiles hitting peaks
cuz, if it's art you seek
with some tongue, and cheek
I'll try not to sour your read
or with my words, too plead
wake up and smell, the feed
the world is deep, in need
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