me walking down the aisle at my wedding
with my soon to be husband meeting me halfway like…
Me interrupting your wedding because I don’t agree with your marriage like
it got better
me coming to sneak some shrimp while everyone is distracted by the interruption.
Me in the background drunk as hell enjoying this shit like
Scientists tell us that all water
Is old water,
That there is no room for originality,
That everything is recycled.
The anguish of Achilles bleeding out
Face-down in the Trojan dirt
Mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
In the ebb and flow of the markets,
And what I am trying to say is that the tears
Navigating south through the canyons on your face
May have once wet the cheeks
Of Alexander the Great
For the same reason.
few understand the union of woman and man
in sex and the tingle is where they’re assuming it lands
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin’ everywhere
IM CRINE ALADLASDSDALMAOOO
"I’m the rose that grew from concrete."