That Fatherfucking Whistle Blowing like they say brains Complain on the kites flying lowly Slowly grounds propel like helicopters Microsoftness, and protect the Dockers jeans Genes and the community solicits the profit value by a whole much so the such oriented bull jive only flies south in the Spring caught north Winters and hot and you forgot the plot thickens This poet write more and go while some pull bombs off the streets but I ain't still amazed Even if tehy did abacadabra and left me in a daze Follow by the ghetto, hello let loos and sunbathe Brain sneeze to please the kaboose run in cahoots with the engine that could If I stood over will I then understand Whistle blowing, mind blowing to the hand Demanding cream and us fiends dream of sober recognizes stupidity undercover Under covers we mingle us two single souls control the whole making and creating process Stop and freeze cooling breathe by the whistle That Fatherfucker...
Reason for writing:
just wrote it
Birth sign: Leo
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