Had a strange dream a few nights back,
These visions feel real but sometimes stacked.
I was on my computer watching, in a live chat,
Watching the Dogg in his studio, doing this and that.
Typed out to him in my dream, Snoop sold his soul,
He read it and walked off-screen with a quiet stroll.
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Like stories of many before him artists that have sold their souls for greatness ( Robert Johnson and the myth of the crossroads) Nicely written
Indeed yes, I believe the new film Sinners is loosely based on Robert Johnson but I haven't seen it, thank you.
Yeah. Maybe you reread Kit Marlowe's Dr. Faustus. Thank you for this excellently rendered pretty number complete with superb imagery and a fitly haunting poignancy.
Means a lot, I will have to read, thank you.
Is it E.T. again?! lol.
Haha more like a devil lol.
Not sure about him selling his soul...but I admit it takes five double takes, still, to see him baking next to Martha! Then again, is it really a surprise a guy who is always baked, bakes? That said, I love Snoop! I also loved this poem. Short and I could see the whole scene in my mind as I read. Excellent job, friend. 🌹👏
Cheers, yes the baking thing is rather weird, I find it odd that he's also taken only 1 holiday in x amount of years since he's been famous.
Truth! Cheers indeed, mate!
Excellent write
thanks pal.
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