Spicy
spicy you tell me
when A B C to be learned
French I was born in Africa
doing my best to please
a world with no understanding of empty bellies
as we pelted stones on mules giving us their last ride to explode for the worms to come in
I learned spanish with the help of a bed shared at tender age of teenage
spicy spicy too easy on your soul
mine to destroy your phantom dreams of flavor as you have to learn to read between the lines of suffering and your alms changing nothing.
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