For your time
Listening to me rhyme at rhythm
Lacking the percision
Of the cultured pearl
Which is but fodder for swine.
I'm thankful for the food on which I dine,
My freinds and all our times together,
The weather when it's nice
And the spice of life.
I'm thankful I have tomorrow off
I fickin need it.
And I'm thankful for all the
Fucked up shit in my head
And that I have a place to bleed it.
And I'm thankful for you
That you care enough to read it.
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2 comments:
what's a boy gonna do on his night off anyways?
call me eli.
KEEP writin'. I want more!
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