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...
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