well why not?
its your problems
you cant ask me to be you.

the answer for me is,  i cry now

i finished problems, now i grown in crying poems

when you know your right
you have to be an investigative journalist or people get wrong.

and the wrong comes back inside your bed at night
how many people you allow that to happen to is wrong

take their money they trick you with
become useless
enjoy all the spotlight
leave the door open, and crawl insizes of ****

i send this to the cool mr robot people cuz thats what made you so sick, right, all that money, and the abused kids are in the streets while you beg for a writing to read and do it again.
thats ****

all different dialogues serve some point
an end to a debat of gonna have to because of this *******

im not part of your illiterate audience with god


in an abstract few, i pull out of engaging with the public
and go away. leaving you, whoever thats supposed of being
doing the nothing the world watches everday. the selfish crime people creating mortality rates and consumption from the byproduct of themselves.  bad y=x