Blessed

What more can I say?

I have the gift of gab

And I hardly even talk

So how you figure that?

 

No one can use language

Better than I – Jose The Seer 

I once fucked a girl in a barn

When I went to Mexico

It was fun

 

What more can I say?

I have the gift of gab

Emotionally

I never had a dad

And I felt out of place

In chemistry lab

 

No one can use language

Better than I – in my opinion

I fancy my life

Is a rarity

My poetry is

the priciest

charity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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