Biography
poet. student.
poems, rimes, diction
in the wake... did it make or did it break ? how- if at all-should I fix my lips to equivocate could i get so high as to fly a finished cake? in other words, not to fry but to bake. but i don’t indulge nor do i participate- i must be tweeking! would i script by for a reply on ricki lake? i’ll be freaking and skeeting way past the age of 68- it’s in my bones like a priapism correction- in my bone! (then out like exposed marrow) fly like a quiver of arrows i jump rope and bones kind of dope how i zone and my home is within. I go zen times ten when my rimes blends with pen in a loss!- imagine how hard i wood go for the “win”! u can tell by the way she’s leaking i got spreadsheets and hard copies to back me up that’s me dripping down her legs like activator down the back of necks of those who once rocked Jheri curls in the eighties! I make souls glow! and the opposite sex moist like the Tigris and Euphrates I used to think she was wetting- correction! I used to think she was sweating but I was young then, no question. mindless deceptions fly like Red Bull consumers not jettisoned. that’s jet i sonned not a pawn to a queen if the queen got pawned. shiiit- i might just under promote at night my bishop has juice my check mates to produce i’m a square like carcinogens exhaled in the air after climaxes. call me a by-product of my zodiac the way I stick so after I tax it I, might fracture a joke for i heard it relaxes. I inhale her deeply like a the scent of a new pair of shoes, or a seed spawned for inheritance. in other words, I heir/air max to the max. my sin tax deductible, perhaps my pen is unreligious.
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