Literature
If You got a Mint to Spare
Hide your asians. Invite em in, hydration and vitamins. High duration by the min... hours, days, it might've been... hard to say the amount of when holidays around again. All they say is how to end. Hardly aiming, out of wind, on the way and gone or went, only blaming argument. Horny mainly, hard to vent... Hope they pay me, starving hint. Homely, crazy, calmly bent hunching over in a corner, sore and can't lunge for lunch or afford the rent. Own the home, lands more for them. Phones off so, I don't know what sent... Without gas since march, boil baths for scent. Roaming a cold yard, sorry I didn't know who to go bark at for a mint. ... Poem got sort of dark, hardly a glint. Broken skull pulled my world apart more than I want to admit. No one to hold, lonely ass gent, like a fish out of hope, someone throw me back in it.
