Economy delay

I Spit venom on the denim   keep pretending your my hero, The compliments don’t pay the rent, are you content with giving zeros? Pursuant of  improving love, remove the glove entitled boo… please touch my hand , it  feels like you. the shit you do gratuity… withheld deserved is gluttony. Bunion feet like big Paul’s hatchet… to money tree reverses ratchets, a wrench just blew to smithereens like dynamite to all  I’ve seen, can I redeem myself  been tragic, proximity nearby fantastic? Ecclesiastic dim the lights, inebriated by the right, to say goodnight without a care, sun shining bright and your still there. And man I swear I know I’m wrong, just searching for a hand belong or make a song a little duo, find women child to be my hero’s. hysterically I see my notes, mathematically the anticdote. I sewed my seeds, survival boost the man in me from in my youth. I’m living proof to those that care i look for numbers that just aren’t there. I love the joyful ways of life, reflection of a good mans life. I feel I sin, if not to win; but stay away from where I’ve been, don’t want to be another number, find misery from money hunger. I know i get what others need, if not please help provide my weed, I will concede, I know its fine, between my need greed walks the line. ASB2k11

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s