Cadillac Jack had his facts converted, good was bad and bad was cool, must have been a fool, had to had skipped school, cause that’s bumping your head against a wall and life’s rules, hemorrhages ensues, a cold pack of spinach won’t due, I thought you grew, who knew, you was a grown child with gray hairs, it’s a scare, for those of us who care, from Whence forth did all these dummies that’s old as mummies come from, it’s frightening they’re dumb as the kids, but they look old enough to use the force, and change minds from simple suggestions, but it’s a mouse in a wheel at the end of their steering column. Don’t think because of his age, he was conscious as life turned his page, he’s unfamiliar at this stage, got em locked in a silent rage, that’s his cage, so he acts younger than his age, on cue hides his wisdom and knowledge to covertly watch the young and beautiful folly, mad cause he missed out on blessings, and a few lessons, hopefully it will come up during his confessions, so he can be saved.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2023 11:43
- Category: Unclassified
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