1900
1
History at the auction, he didn’t come in til 2,
Sorrowful and blessed, He gave ugly parole that is due,
By then she had matured, Humbled by a win she knew,
Bobbing the bank of the baptism she blew,
While others in relation built the booty drop of the ceiling,
He was just paralyzed in pews of feelings,
As I come in, turning upside down the roots,
The fuselage in turbulence cracked perils of views,
The hood exclaimed what they put up touches the class,
Me not being the part in how overcoming can last,
Laughter of how futile my people would be,
The hood enjoyed walking in to church unexpectedly,
Now, that I have a room, unconditionally fit,
The hood plots fire crunching the hair midst.
