Me
Everybody wants aged money,
I want honey-
I wanted something for the done thing,
nothing existing in between because I am the obscene!
I can breathe!
thank you,
I have done it to be meek,
before even-me I was there to seek,
before the masses made the things peek!
I was just lil' old me,
and then back to what you said,
this disorganized violence is sitting red-
and I enjoy rent.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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