Father Winters Arsenal*** (State of Emergency)

State of emergency gives me the urgency. Save-A-Lot, the dollar store, and pit stop to my pharmacy. I mean my pharmacist, to pick up a gift. Swift, I walk with a pimp limp, stiff, from the blistering cold. Light snow, mixed, ice, rain, and fifty mile per hour winds blow, my Afro dances along to father winters blizzard song. Strong, I continue my mission home. I roam, alone, stoned like a criminal. Heavy flurries flow, unlimited weaponry, from father winters arsenal.. Jared Pickett 2/8/2010 Asavvy1