Hungry Hungry Hip-Bones
— my left hip was shattered into 7 pieces in 2004, www.wrxtbi.com
peep it...
Pecked keys of these, MacBook Pro always—one laptop my parents brought home
Let me just say, all the writing for such infinite finesse and fine-ness they’re all legit
Copying other writers—no way—I’m all about enamored ignorance my 2004 injuries
Make them say, please and THEN, and only then, pick up a pic of a goodie 2 shoes
Others say 3 time’s a bowl and milk—like a soup—scooping up Lucky Charms,
This while I mean, for real, 3.5 hours away from my real HOME ??? Mom and Dad
My driven-card expired, that my years-ago occassionally in a car—a van, I stand—
But not driving for years, that thar “cruisin” but not for a bruising... I said STOP IT!
Assaulted here, these jerks, it’s a lower levered level that I surrendered my ass
On one drug-induced session like a SEX-SHUN I regret wholeheartedly, he farted on
Nowadays, since then, I write a list of my groceries at Hannah Ford’s with a pen
Now and Sent my words jump all above a crotchety old man erecting fence
Sleep-sized as of double the resting hours, they buy me 1% milk—not so sour
Bake the breathing bread, salt and $PEPE instead of flour—is that possible?
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