Here I can come,
lets salute the sun,
lets make a brutish cocktail for a run,
lets crash a party that wasn't fun.
And then! ! ! ! !
Ok by then you know there is no playin',
only mind praying,
and rotation of claiming,
because girls are entangling,
estranging-
to their embankment,
to the water that flows strangely,
from out of town-
oh its amazing! ! !
Lets teach them Bangledesh
from the Bay Area-ness,
that comes around in a mess,
drunk and sore from all of their bets.
Ball on time-
when you come
it isn't the crime,
some people ball all the time!
They don't need our time-
our wishes
or our finds...
They are tourists out of their binds...
They're bosses that don't know of lives-
...that need love,
and are falling from their climbs.
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