2 for Getting the Fuh kout of Dodge.

You’re the girl I learned to rhyme for
My first kind girl, the kind of girl
I knew was mine from the gym floor
To the milk forest frozen pine to
Now you speak like you still care
I want more of many things, but you
I need. (See: Bright Green Shoelace)
Bumble-bee the cutie has got a BF
And as I’d lost sight in the race.

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With catastrophic disastrous hobbits,
Introscopic masters of Chicago breath,
My style tested, I bested the robots
Hustled the mobbits, hustle be my death
Been training all my life, won and I lost
But trust my melt will be grand,
Generate on demand, the most magnificent wealth
I’ll command the health of the economy
With a sway of my stand.

I still feel like the surgery interrupted my train of thought like it did the first time. I'm walking sideways because my mind is taking zig-zags. I think that all I needed was to zen out of my manic bipolar shit. wrote a lady a love poem she'd really have loved 3 years ago, then I wrote one that will be edited into the third Microwave, possibly. i have two lines that could become greatness, burning in two different inks, crashing like atoms in razorblade sinks. bound in a book, to pocket of trust, burning a hole(rust on edges) in my skull like a pocket of genius.