Poet Tree

Fuck it, in the end all I have is poetry

Inside we’re all an ocean of emotions and I let it flow from me to here

I am seeking a new muse to help me steer my thoughts

And there’s only one way to pull it off

I understand some investments turn out to be a loss

I think I’m Randy Moss

When he mooned the crowd

I wow when I write, a spectacular sight

My heart’s as black as Casper

is white

Work Drugs – Rad Racer

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