my tshirt's got a dozen holes
threadbare soft, the fabric cajoles
the more it's worn, the more they grow
when the winds blow, the holes billow
Windmill Giants
8 years ago
my unedited freethinking untethered unpunctuated playground of non sequiturs and staccato streams of consciousness. please dust off your feet before entering...
1 comment:
your shirt may have holes
but mine, they have soul
fubu-ing it up against my foes
button up when it gets cold
=b I really suck at poem/rap stuff now
--Brian
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