Week Twenty-Two. Bloomst! What bloomst? Have you bloomst? Glimpsed a bloomst lately? Just a bud, perhaps?
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Workin’ for a livin, the poem is a privilege
Y’all soandsos smacked crossing my line of scrimmage
Get my percentage, finish a hundred and then some
Replenish figures like serials on handguns
Damn son, I'm Terrible, run it like Caesars,
Carousels running like ciphers of believers
The higher power rhythm and blues and blue fire
Starlight slowing I shift blue to violet
I sift through the silence, it slips through my fingers
Like Jerusalem a kingdom get deus-ex-machina’d
Two-step, step 1, empty the arena
Thumbs up to challengers, strung up and leave ‘em
Subpoenaed, I’m running like Mecca to Medina,
With blue china, white china, I’m John Cena
Can’t see me son, no illuminati
Suicide doors the wings of my mazerati
Homicide and floor it, they singing like canaries
Wringing out white-Ts looking like black cherries
Submitted June 01, 2019 at 03:29AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2If2E15
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