A Perfect World

The month of February, ever since I can recall, is known by most to celebrate Black History and all, but every single year I always ponder, not to front, just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest month. See if I ruled a perfect world I also shall declare, that BHM, Black History Month extends to half the year, with 1 month on and 1 month off I think that would be fair, I'd also lock my hair inside a perfect world I swear. Now since I'd be the ruler making up new laws and such, commit a crime against a child? I'd sew their eyeballs shut, and throw them in a tranny prison, worth the while or what, with dudes I pray who'd make a birth canal from out their butt. I'd rule the world with iron fist my justice swift and fair, when someone doesn't care someone will lift them in the air by ev'ry folicle of hair cause Lewisville is on a roll, in fact forget the prisons dump these serpents in a hole. Stupidity not tolerated by a boy or girl, that's just the way I'd do it if it were a perfect world, and all drugs would be legal ev'ryday I'd bet that quick, in Lewisville we'd grip a non-existent deficit. There wouldn't be a homeless person anywhere in sight, it'd be so safe to go and travel anywhere at night, cause crime also's not tolerated in or out of place, forget the diggin ditches shoot these fools to outer space. I'd reach the people ev'ryday I'm sure you would relate, there'd be no chance of rape just food and drink with ev'ry plate, my nation would be touted on this planet as a great, no chicken wings and fries we'd dine on rice pilaf and steak. A young Barack Obama running things with my Michelle, for criminals of Lewisville a fate designed in H31l, or worse if I prevailed it's just a thought so let it twirl, around your head it'd happen, living in my perfect world.