Main Life
These crimes are committed by disarrangement,
the follow of the clue lies on the piece of her-
hallowing entertainment,
she is egalitarian,
she is fly,
but the needle goes high,
blind like pie,
imploding like lines...
The loaded sounds disrupt-
permeating throughout the club-
swinging at love,
it gets floated enough,
I shoot it in stuff,
but buff for buff-
I'm beatin' it,
lucky dove.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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