Perry Mason | Poetry Vibe
Perry Mason
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One on Woman

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Severed worlds wonders what I am doing,

Trappin spots that cop balls to my cueing,

Breaking racks by the dimes that fall,

Fishing for the bass of the rymes I call,

Between the lines your face still drops,

The puddles of Blood across the parking lot,

Clouds in the sky moving towards escape,

No release of the sun as I make the take,

Holes in your panic as sweat from your brow,

Colors of tramps selling p..sy like cows,

Winds I stand still as the earth grains in your head,

Leaving the time as people walking dead,

Grief at the funeral silent as nature,

My role I become your mother’s undertaker,

Back at the house no home to call sweet,

Goons that drink up what U and I believe,

Little children of mine and yours,

Freezing at these triggers, scheming at these whores,

Trip trapping in my ride like smoking doors,

U wonder what I’m doing at the fire burning s’mores.

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