a poem is a bunch of stuff brought together by a rush or a feather or a bird or whatever
the crush in the day made me blush like the way it was for everybody kickin dust in tha face of those qualified to teach athority and belief, we spiritually gifted with the need to unleashe
dirty ass art not perfection im a beast, let me....oh wait i dont need your permission im dishin the truth to the youth
grab your wits and demand to be heard - the typos of your enlightenment are needed to abuse the geriatrics