Wednesday, November 4, 2009






















SUCKER

I was wrongfully backstabbed
Out of my job.
Now,
Your pleasure is my joy
The earshot heavy pant has deceased
Dealing with your lack of everything
Vanished perpetually…
…I’m walking streets of gold.
Posted by J.F. at 7:58 AM

1 comment:

  1. AnonymousNovember 4, 2009 at 8:29 AM

    Head up Brother. Height isn't acheived without climbing over obstacles. I have a feeling you're going to miss your degenerate muse.
    Y dale U! --Lolito

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