No weed on city streetsA Poem by Christopher StaabJust read the thing, Lol. Or not, that is okay as well, I am half liberal half madman.
The wheels spinning
in a vbrant cloud of speed, tantalizing anger into a ball of cosmic rage, suspending demons over section 8 housing until all the money in this little s**t hole is cyphened into the hands of the street vender selling nickel and dime bags of just about everything except the one thing we all need. Weed.
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Added on September 26, 2014 Last Updated on September 26, 2014 Author
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