Fresh outta prison but that's an incision that'll never leave,
I gotta believe I can aim high without a pipe or bottle.
I'm cutting thru the ceiling wheeling n dealing in self discipline ignoring weak feelings smashing for that W full throttle, passing ducks, got no time for that waddle.
Strap in take that last drag, hit the switch drop it in fifth surge forward n crack rich.
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Alphabetical Dismemberment
PoetryI was locked up June 2017. I've been out of prison since October 2019. This is what I've written since. The ups and motivations, various troubles religious struggles, heart throbs and pains. Love lost and found and lost again. It'll all be published...
