Poetry

My Own Paradise

Another day in para

Dice I live a daring

Life

She thought she was a para

Lis wife
Till I buried my knife

Where the Lord split her right yeah

You wanna fight yeah

Right

Go fly a kite
The terrain rains a thunderous poem

So you might catch a lighting

Strike

I carry the curse of the gentleman

So it’s hard not to be po

Lite

FaceTime Skype

Then there’s real life

I told a jury of faggots

This really is my real life

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