Whip, Beat, and MixA Poem by sinNsincerityThe night Owl. Out N about. Out on the prowl. I clown N play in the wind. Had a cow N then I took a swim and a gaze into a backwards black top hat, and now, I'm Mr. Black Cat. Talk to me girl Talk me out of this whirl Talk me out of this world Do you believe in us? I believe in meow. Please my dear, do you hear my cries? If not, believe in my fuss. What the f**k? Do you give more than one? You don’t believe in the Sun, So you called me out of my rust. Talk to me girl Talk me out of this whirl Talk me out of this world Belief is a must. Do you hear my Moo? I couldn’t get enough of You, so I danced and waned into the last night of your Doom. Your crescent moon smile had just all of the right grooves that whisked me back into the lite light. Talk to me girl Talk me out of this whirl Talk me out of this world. I'm air again. I play in the wind. I can't wait for you to summon me again. © 2018 sinNsincerityAuthor's Note
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