Future Poems

Sneaking in the front-door

Yo, drop that bitch

Gunshots……

Let’s ride
Get high, get high
This is a proverbial lake of
Fire…

Notorious (but yet, literary) thugs

e-embalming the roller-rink

lyrically you just kant see me

iterations……

whose
ridin
real
dirty…

underground sewers collect useful shit

infilitrate the system

they dont know, cause I gots away,

my way…
high-
ways
of
.