So what it’s chaos

evenwheniLie

 

                   

 

 

………Sweet Sadie maybe, but it ain’t gravy, she be walking around with the scabies, if I was you I’d refuse her hug, ask Doug, played him like a plug and now he’s covered in bugs, luckily he wears his hat snug, turtlenecks and spandexes, but those insects keep checking. What’s happening, the new mayor talk’n bout setting traps again, and making them strip down again; philly’s finest, you better check behind us, I hear sirens, it ain’t Billy Cyrus I’d punch him in his iris. I hear gun shots, like that kid saw dead people, but most windup under church steeples, got their hearse repoed; body in the back, he cold. No more block meetings, them bullets be heat seeking, kids get hit and their mommas start freak’n, you can ask the deacon, he got that funny shaped bullet, that’s always cheeks seeking.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2023 11:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Doggerel Dave

    I almost end up with PTSD just reading your stuff.....

    • evenwheniLie

      Lol, the impact I wanted.



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