by on June 25, 2008 :: 0 comments

These pills are making me pregnant.
They make my feet burn. I don’t like them.
I got rode eleven times. I got satellites
Up in me. I got code. I spoke to
The police already. I was robbed.
A bum took my money. I will take
Buffrin. That is all. I collect
Coins for my daily needs. I can feel
My organs. You have to write that down.

I came back to life. Now I’m drinking
Milk again. I don’t smoke weed. It
Makes me see ferocious things. I don’t
Got a wife. I can’t read. You know I’m
Illiterate. I have the old slushing
Disorder. I’m about to give birth.

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