do you hear what I hear?

enunciating, conversationally the opposite of yelling at a foreigner only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd self-assured closet nerd flipping the bird yelling word to all my muthafukkas the late night ruckus causes my focus to shift drifting aimless I try to digress but elementary recess memories have me needing to confess long held secret rendezvous the south bleacher blues and clues to what this all means… obscenely, I expect you to follow and wallow a while here with me only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd late model Panel, three channels aftermarket handle, scandal with Randel and the move that opened the world girls and shotgun squirrels, two lucky pearls and the swirly, I’m sorry… one black eye. the year of fry. crystal meth high flying over Wah-Chang sludge ponds drawing power from the universal force and a pretty smile only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the herd meeting resistance with distance running cunningly shunning become a man planning on dying junked up canned heat, Sterno and Dante’s Inferno stomach churning when lacking the black west coast junkie flunking straight life lost little girl, I’m sorry… burnt up rhymer scheming miner trying to unwind, blindly, but kindly only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the heard flash fire, perspiring liar in dire need of a sign crime pile out of style ball sack wilding free range beguiler husting that 20 dollar wellness balloon buffoonery…. T’was June, you see, when it spoke to me the year before two thousand and three granting thee needle freedom preachy? Peach Tea? just like every other fish in the god damn sea……… ……………………… ……. only wishing to be heard while maintain my distance from the herd

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