Fair and Square
Winning is a term ebbed within my cortex
I'm there
I'm going on vacation to Florida but really I'm again,
There, a substance capsuled I know its made time faded
Westend girls paraded mind you I've been elaborated
Concentrated; byproduct of the tables I waited.
Silently, I jacked, 11.
We could marry the Shell, over and over again.
But don't say I didn't write a poem about shaking//without taking.
Cause baby ask, and it's given.
And aothr ode to Libra Szn
~etheralting













