Poetry

So Misunderstood

I know my style, 

You love it 

Hug it, my penis – tug it 

Palpable, culpable calpable

Capable of chaotic tornadoes 

You know, kuz tornadoes aint usually chaotic 

Myopic myotic 

The line I signed 

Where it was dotted 

FuckwithmeyouknowIgotit

That’s a song, yo

Strong flow, your style, I rip it like a bong yo 

Ballistic banjos can go HAM so

Banjo

Banjo!

They don’t understand yo 

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