kill yourself to write a poem
fuck what could be easier
repeat after me
my mind is a musical instrument
it thinks mainly in rhyme but
strictly in rhythm
however you spell it
it drives
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Friday, October 12, 2007
You Shouldn’t Have To
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