tuesday scrutiny 26.09.18
it was gone midnight
bed putting pressure like a gun
yesterday baby bill in sight
turning a blind eye to 5 scag ton.
thinking and reminiscing
scrutiny is no tickle
billy boy is a fool kissing
fishing is whats caused today's pickle.
it came to my side
justice is not poetic
speak the mind with pride
for EVER looking pathetic.
its all logged
i don't care if you are terrified
the dead horse won't EVER be flogged
this london programme i identified.
again a investigation
to me please steer clever
your absence is giving frustration
still questioning straight into me from EVER.
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Author:
hilllow (
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