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I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Bleeding November
Cannot remember
What happened
Hands blackened
By October paint
Then I faint
For it remembers not why
Still, it is shy
A small, weakened cry
Bursting into the night
O what a fright
Taking grand flight
Interesting confusion
A mild intrusion
Seeping into the mind
Creeping up behind
Then
Boo!
Shoo,
Foul beast!
Let us feast,
In peace!
- Jay M
November 12th, 2019
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC