ink-still-fresh:

I await soft arms

Let them encircle me

The one’s that bring safety

That set my mind free

*The money lifted caused my hearts daunt.

A slut boy, call it what you want— more idolatrous than King Soloman.

*No need to front, It cured delirium like haloperidol. ($)

Debaucherous avant, a ‘vice’ commadant,

Pun intended— DECADENT SAVANT.

Middle finger high; head held up. 

…. It ain’t cool, this shit is cunt.

And I band my leaf with string coz it hold,

BOLD— It’s the motha’fuckin’ age old.

(I’m from the street), The First Thresh-Hold.

“Let Go,” Why you try to say, “Let Go?”

Sensual, I fall short coz of sex yo,

Bangin’ left and right just to say Ohhh.

I’m your; whored out like rental.

Less credentialed and me no reach full potential.

Burning how I spend coz the heart broke— WHILE THE,

Buildings scraping sky,

Cries is reaching high,

Hollow-tiped some die,

and this whore of wonders why. 

A smart ass passing gas, meteors, astroids, cold dust-off and bits.

Mind in suspension like hundred billion hits of some shit. 

Not a drone, I’m catching shit that you ain’t through some rods and cones;

Less prone, to fall for predatory loan. 

Some speak word— some speak number;

The more speech the more sway,

None contest my way, I self plunder. 

Numbers are the same when you sit down and play;

Few that can speak them get to write out our fate.

THEYVE GOT US with the money regulate. 

Financial formulas that make no relation,

And the final calculation is up for interpretation. 

Mathematic Sorcery, they trick the whole nation—

We’re giving in— the poor education.