gjfgjfgjA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
put down the cereal malt to focus on the serial assault
with the verbal talk, not even an herbal spark to lift me off, most things just piss me off sometimes when i'm out my right frame and state of mind but i try and leave that m**********r behind in the past, forget the future, coz the present's mine so i could choose to talk about peace in my rhymes or i could sell my soul just like kevin federline trading out the hydro'dones for the microphone to turn the lights on in my home i don't think i deserve a right to the throne because no one truly does and if you think you do i won't even have to call your bluff because you'll be stunting in public till they've have enough and you've been shut down before you even truly came around with the bland sound, that same clown, remain down i refrain frown, space bound, amazed the way i take off now if you're on cloud nine, i'm on cloud exponentially superior so the one you're on is inferior, new word, you're diarrheayer that's how i describe you, like the swine flu always looking behind you like a paranoid paper boy no such thing as the real mckoy because all that talk is a ploy from the devil to imbezzle you out of all your joy so eliminate hate and always try and do better because you can only change yourself because you cannot change the weather i am having some trouble keep my thing in my pants, or keeping my pants on my life is themed a bad romance to a crappy dance song i take off they lint thong then they gone because of who just showed up on my front lawn last night i was chilling with my girl in the car park on my street, when, what the hell, who could it be it's another breezy from earlier in the weak she needed me to help her get to sleep but i ain't said anything in deceit i said she could come over but her a*s'd have to wait till three but it was two when this c**t showed up called me up, left me a voicemail, have fun with that dumb s**t dont gimme wrong i will, i am not a robot but i am mechanically relentless the way i dispense c**k i do got heart, and a lot of it coz i get a giant hard on from raw loving coz if you aint got love ya aint nothing another message received "hey pumpkin" from a texas twenty something, ain't that something?
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