I soar different
Roar indigent
Funds non sufficient
Over drafting
It’s backwards
Feelings out reach
How they grab us
Feeling foul
No malice
Cluster fuck
What the fuck
Everything
Not for me
That I touch
But for your touch
Who knows
Where truth goes
When censored
My word play
Tenured
Death Row
Harry O
Killing all the Kenners
My word play
Shit
I play without
Set rules
My pen
No pencil
Why spend
Don’t intend to
I’m a dog
Utensils
Are foreign to me
Don’t be boring
And sleep
Keep guessing
It’s unclear
Baby girl
Just come here
You come here
Touching
Whats needed
What I’m touching
Believe it
Believing
In spirit soul
Play action
Just give and go
What I would give
To know
My timeline
Unforeseen
Like I got side lined
Aquarius
My sign
How can you forget
What you never knew
Be rich
With no revenue
What’s rich to you
Be honest
Ask
What’s rich to you…
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