Itz
Itz,
cigar litany,
sun-glass villainy,
functional function-ability-
operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-
my man was a real porter but not so Greek-
hella' greedy like the weak,
hairy in ecstasy,
sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,
he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,
he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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