People speak in forum mixed,
without much of the rich.
Tricked out with style,
for long while,
do you retain your bile?
Vomit well, in deep I tell,
the tale of my youth
An intellectual genius find,
diagnosis in my own behind,
a beating rhythm cursed.
My mother and her mate did rape,
my mind and body too.
What good are thoughts,
when you are taught (tot),
the things you shouldn't do.
You turn one eye,
so you can see,
you bleed for an eternity.
No help found,
you're just a sound,
a whip is what will have you bound.
A leather piece and I big, dark, frown.
K.A.P.
6/8/2009
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