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you're talking chit coz
what you're saying is
coming from an a hole
and there's nothing
left to do sep't flush your
words down the commode
it's hard to control the flow
when I'm on a roll
get out the way
I feel like road kill today
full of road rage
enough fuel for every page
in a trance like romance
not so true at a second glance
been vibing since I locked up
been twisted since I stopped
giving fux about heartburns
heartbreaks and those who hate
the great asses of the world
keep my hammer locked
so no one can pull my trigger
no longer quick to go off
for that reason I paid a
hefty cost made a stain that
won't go away nor can I
do anything about it
this where poetry leads me
start off one way end up another
