it's been a while since i took a dive
my mind's every nook and cranny unoiled
beautiful thoughts still foiled in a foil
though some are still cooked to the point that it boils
they'll be killin' when they get served.
i'm sprinkling this verse with bits and some pieces
of my gold and some garbage and savagery
my pulsating artery's got nothing on me
i just need some reverie, comrade
to make life less sad, my man
since there's a new best bad sly man
hiding around in the neighborhood
he has me tied in a bind i can't quite understood
he has me addicted to chems
and some other things that aren't gems
blowing my mind everytime
even thinking of him is a crime
my life would be a million times more finer
without his present reminder
but sometimes i forget he's cancer.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
