Dont Get Ya S#it All Twisted Poem by sean north
Dont Get Ya S#it All Twisted
Bleed patience
Try this
Soul
Cry for roots
To take a
Hold
Shallow to see
And empty to give
Like a parasite
On all who
Live
Can contort and huff
Strut our
Stuff
Bit*h and moan
How its bin'so
Rough
Conspire discrete
In the "happy"
Mode
Snug as the f1t
Of a hub on a
N0de
Twisted allegiance's
Bent out of
Shape
Trapped in a being
wants 2
Escape
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