Trash PeopleA Poem by Jerusalem CricketYou could feed the world.
dirty girl. godly beast.
I couldn't be one of those beautifuls if I pleased. tribal bones stained with European empirico I am black death disease, just human trash that learned to read & I believe bootleg genius is being massively reproduced more cheaply & as we speak is being weakened so as to be spoon fed to the cool kids. yknow they couldn't do it by themselves. never sweated. laughed instead yes I seen em inchin to the edge but I didn't do anything about it. I kinda feel guilty cause I didn't do anything about it. It's just a fucked up awful sound, a whole generation hitting the ground at once. Man. it really puts things in perspective. kinda makes you wonder what's coming next. medicine medley ineffectual malady infectious witch hunt etiquette, I think in pictures disney depictions of apocalyptic s**t yet to be decrypted I rip myself to pieces every day. © 2015 Jerusalem Cricket
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Added on May 9, 2015 Last Updated on May 9, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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