Love is everywhere the light is unless you eat my pets or **** my kin again. Welcome to America Land of the free with weapons for you and for me. Walter Cronkite died buried with truth. My brother's bible New York Times makes communists socialists and Nuns.
You're a burr in my saddle a stone in my shoe annoying rattle driving to you in my **** box car held together with glue to remove a spider for my love of you.
I went to 6 Alcott Lane I grew up joy and pain For sale after the funeral Mom and Dad now unreal. Just sad empty spaces ghosts call our places Christmas mornings Echoes of warnings.
The whole **** bunch of you drag me down a rabbit hole with more lost hope insane Xmas morning lump of coal. Let me be eaten by Haitians surrender of all the nations.
Who do you beg to forgive when Katie estranged me? What can you do all alone? maybe just write poetry. Set yourself on fire to be another zealot set free.