"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Nothing really matters anymore,In a City war-torn from all the trauma it doesn’t want to deal with anymore.So,When I walk down the block on Broadway,For some Chicharron you can see at Mambi’s cooking all day,I shake my head at everybody putting up an act,After being called to “action”… But,I don’t want to waste my mother... Continue Reading →
Plastic to an authentic man is,Tragic.Bodacious you may be,So curvaceous in your lace jeans,You lace me!With many carnal desires.But,Even with a drive,Such as mine,I tire!Like any other when It feels each wheel is falling off,On a road that once inspired me to fire,Shots,On shots,Of scotch until I rotted on a pile of rocks I rose... Continue Reading →
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