Supercasualisticmuffdivinfunkyjunkylovepoems

A funlovin criminal taking a ride down memory lane or possibly just swallowed up by the rabbit hole. Gun to his head, sweat on the brow he's trying to remember if he washed his dick or not. Don't nobody want to die with stank dick. He can see the invisibility tech the feds are using. But he don't give a fuck since his cracker ass will be beaten and shot by the law-dogs even-though his wrong skin color will rob him of media coverage . Might as well kick back and read about what America was like when We the People fought the Man and dodged taxes, spit on commies, blistered our hands with hard work, and drank like fish. And fistfights didn't wind ya up in jail. Black folks didn't snitch, and clicked with the white folks that are down for the cause. This book is 100% fiction