"gowin" poems
As I think what it bin ,
as I smoke upon this gin,
Keep on tryoin never win.
this game is lame this move is sick,
what way no where?
Oh- what to pick.
Inhale the false fale ,
so good gowin my luck...
with *** give not a ****
this road is so bumpy , unstable I'm stuck.
on my own finally out of the shelter dearly jesse mckush, <3
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC