My Attempt To Exempt…. I

“I’m not much of a poet…”

“but I thought I’d give it a try for once so here goes”

 

Roses are red…

My violets are dead…

I riot inside instead…

A shy protocol I made instead…

It was protocol that I wouldn’t drink alcohol…

Or sniff blow off dirty plates…

Road rage is a problem now or days…

I whore my sun glasses at night so the moon would stop fallowing me…

Stalking me…

Watching my every move…

Or maybe I’m tripping off all those ecstacy pills I consumed…

Honor is rule…

Breaking a broom…

Raiding your room…

Guns drawn on you…

I use to be a great sketch artist…

Pardon…

My exit is comming soon…

My exit is comming soon…

I no you thought this was over. It’s not! Stay in your spot so I can find you in Dover…

A ten leaf clover with unlimited unlucky Fuck it. Brain Freezes like to much ice cream ingested…

Cold teeth told me to hold heat in the summer. Death is something you can’t run from… Like IRS scum dumb dumbs!

Roses are red…

I’m red to…

 

 

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