Your Guess Is As Good As Mine
IN A STATE OF HYPERDIMWITTEDNESS SPREAD OUT FROM THE DARK ABYSS
SO I CHILL
MOTION SICKNESS HYPERTHORMAL SO I GOT A COLD
STRANDED BETWEEN TWO NEGATIVE PULLS
THREADED IN A BEAM OF LIGHT
SO I FIGHT
BRANDED SCARED AND WIRED TO THE MAX
SO I LAY ON MY BACK
DISSAPAITING ANTICIPATING NEVER RELAXATING
PUTTS ME IN THE MIND OF STUPIDITY
HI YALL MY NAME IS AUTRY
I THINK I AM A POET
MAYBE I JUST DONT KNOW IT
BUT AS FAR AS I CAN SEE VERY LITTLE
SPACE CRUSHED MIND MUSH
SO I HUSH
Copyright © Autry Emanuel | Year Posted 2013
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