Jolly Rancher

DopeBeastie

wonder what word is working when with a whim
you future flipped forward
farther than you needed

back biter
butchered up that so much better
just for fear
just for fame
for winning for its sake

you sick sick fuck disgusting prick

sweet, my sweet, my sweet
love I am crying on my side for you
I am love despite you slapped
my hand away
risen just to place a kiss upon your cheek
God's blessing on your road

You be well and know that I am gone

bowerymission

that's a plethora of emotions there

DopeBeastie

yes, too many, to be sure... i suppose that's what my poetry is... a laying down of too many things.