I don't know where to start... I feel plane infinite points traced around my brain. Many ticks ***** injustice migraines Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps self proclaimed pimps till my tongue twists limp or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds my grain is rough and I've grown bitter an tough my mind metal is scuffed I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts what happened to the wonderful world musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks high society in memory it used to be where I wanted to be Visa Via English living was the life for me guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea I think I've had enough guess I stuffed and over fluffed had too much empty v (MTV) sipping on that 4 twin Tea Now I gotta V!
I vibrate so viciously I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi
Poetry is rarely this irreverent and raw... It's a travis Tea! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Sethnicity/1054690/