Buck CherryA Poem by SamSarcasmThe Strawberry nut Sunday extravaganza ; let it be gin SIN
I was born a strawberry in a peach tree but i grew into a sunflower that turned into a spider and knit pretty webs feet useless for swimming hands that cant carry paws that don't listen &senses society don't smell Once just a baby that turned into a p***y and grew a dick that never was touched limbs not long enough hips not shaking right breasts that burst about &elbows not funny enough to bone i am no one now as i am waiting to be someone or some ones some one infinite chances all is one wiser day bring broader horizon and parents can be traded or killed watch as babies are stabbing mommas and boys continue to shoot papas swiftly life carries me away at year 8 then 9 - 10 the numbers never end bills stack and paper wasted credit fraud is just an excuse to get caught i can help where i came from but iv controlled where iv been future has a plan for me i am a powerfully, i go through many men so sexy like a tiger , call me a ten the stars have never stained to shine so bright as on the night you died holding on hysterical lies in lonely times holding so tight, even fruit is afraid to fight. release and repairer, we're having pancakes for breakfast.
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1 Review Added on March 13, 2008 Last Updated on March 13, 2008 AuthorSamSarcasmLorain, OHAboutHAPPY F*****G NEW YEAR! sam i am; inspirational revolutionist, essence of radiance, a moral fairy tale, wrapped and bled, from screaming boys lungs, into my ear, now imma Remix societies rules, and m.. more..Writing
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