Poem -
Fuck off
Kill him from mansions an personal thought
Kill him from the now to all past indulgence
Kill him the nigger survive another day while you look on for a dining of a hot dog to a good of fools or is it life
And you got a word of smart so small you are
The story folded into mist and gifts to the you so white. A ghost .....paint the picture a slip of the brush to the hand he is kneeling now
So dead a word as you walk pass me with nothing to say not silence
It ended to a fold of him who talks without an appointment of disciplines or understanding
You lived another day of who ...
Fuck off to my end of this my understanding...
And we all are ok to the next game
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