It was a cold November day,
it was a sickening hot July...
My mother always prayed before eating and blessed...
Welcome to dinner, your booth is right over here...
Bid me, and your Sally Joe,
above all sense of multiple weeds...
Wrapped thick,
in putrid stench...
I wonder...
should the walls...
From a poetic view finding words is nothing new...
~F.T.L...
It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...
I love to talk to you,
and it seems i will have more time...
You were once my good, reliable friend,
but lately you have been driving me around the...
Surrounded by walls
Walls full of pride...
Dear society
of irrational animals...
You say you cooler than me,
I say you aint nothing compared to me...