wrote it down so I can fold it put it in my pocket pull it out when you start talking take notes like a secretary shorthand on stationary you may not understand so grab a dictionary the rhetoric might be too hectic you rode the short bus I respect it I walked to school so what's your excuse thought it was red juice when I was two by the time I turned 3 it was sticking to me who ever said it was thicker than water wasn't referring to family love scribbled on walls to get attention all I got was detention locked up inside couldn't relieve tension of the dimension without demonstrating demolitions bulldozing demolishing a bad germ in dads sperm he had a bad perm smack in his sack too broke for a fix I came with the cure just had to mature saved by the skill in the skull dribbled the ball in the head turning the wheel in dome pimping wit the write & left hand still scribbling on canvasses no longer on campuses poetry's a morphine drip only the pen understands