Why
only me to take a wok of sauté or call it a walk
the streets of brooklyn very silent I made sure
left right two feet and a foot up my ass
but two hands do the talking of a name
every one call me when they see such piercing
I left my beau and arrow with papoose in a taxi
of yellow or green and hubber anon a mouse
the middle finger say thank you for the smoke
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