Category : Poems

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This here be that one left alone low road.
Starts off at ground level.
Then it leads to a rising bevel.

Where I'm going to travel
There ain't need for a shovel.
Cuz there is no dirt here for a mole.

Y'all just sit there and drool
I don't mean it cruel
I feel like a new kinda fuel.

Just pick up and go
Yeah, pick up and go.
Let's give 'em one hell of a show.

Haha here's my soul
Dark like Cruella DeVille
Nothing makes sense when I've got the wheel.

Y'all might think it's bull
But I ain't trying to be another tool
Left out in the rain rusting like a damn fool.