Fate as a Demon Would Have It
The joy of sin...
Chavin' it up
and doin' the town...
Racismo
Que palabra tan fuerte...
A chip of milky chocolate
cast on the frigid tarmac...
Oh I wish I had boobs that would wobble
Mine just stay still in one place...
They scamper, they scatter
They deceive, they deny...
Sitting in my chair it is easy to watch life go by
Changes have been plenty and they come so fast...
Why you not tryin
why you just cryin...
The intercom blared "Ladies and gentlemen...
only those passengers seated in rows 15 - 30 are...
This poem is about judgement, I hate judgemental...
---a prayer to God in rhyme for my friends and...
Jesus, Father, its your child from below...
In case you want to listen while reading:
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0XIY3RzWs5H...