Crawls In, Stage Right - Javelin

I’m comin off it

The Addy popping was honestly only for the talking

I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all

seems godless.

Crawls in, the tickling of my shocked skin, draws in, my thoughts quick,

& sends me off in-to, dark hymns, that flog him & dog him, & bog him down with

brown eyes unlocked then, He’s spinned off, Nintendo & his bong

He grins soft, but his spirit is dropped

He gets off, but misses her lips, god

Why did it have to end with the missus I need to forget y’all?

I’m comin off it

The Addy poppin was honestly only for the talking

I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all

seems godless

Hip hop pro, under the guise of them common folk

Trauma causer, goes kamikaze for all to fuckin know

& all is going according to how I flow it, but openness opens poems to

criticism and know-it-, alls, going over the shit I wrote & eroding away the

layers of talk, & underneath is a tall, drink of water with obvious problems

deep in his heart, quantum leap into a crease, see it’s all a facade.

I’m a jester, god bless ya if you purchase my songs, but invest in my lectures,

need inspectors along, shit

Need inspectors along.

I’m comin off it

The Addy poppin was honestly only for the talking

I need to concen-trate on how to demon-strate the raw things my jaw aches & all

seems godless.

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All seems godless.

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