evolution
dont make me laugh
i sit saggy
bloated & baggy
on
the
wonky
pitted
uncut
lawn
&
sigh out micro bead mist
hot oil cracks in my electric drugger
&
kipple delivery trucks
creak & wheeze
in
the
pothole shithole street
~
i
used
to
top off the liquid lunch
with available contraband
&
buckle
in
for the dusk & dawn
team scotch olympiad
&
we
decided
records played on the wrong speed
was the best way to test for talent
quincy jones
productions
won hands down
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