You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow...
Humans screaming, shrill and scared,
with life to live, death unprepared...
And so I put down my smoke to listen to what...
It's OK love, there's more than the sidewalk that...
Once there was a kind little boy,
Who grew to be adolescent...
I work in a school
full and full of women...
My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...
Lost connection,
Grey flesh, concrete...
Where do all of these people
come from...
RHYMES RULE OUR LIVES!
Think about it, you just can’t put rhymes away...
Hold me down and force your lies
Choke the truth with your disguise...
Elasticity
growing profusely...
In your heart-I am there....
flawed and fair...