#liquid vomit

I woke up in real time

Late nights aren't long enough to steal my my my mind

Stay alive for the last call

May my time appointed be always for the one I call

God fearing author with a sprinkle of flavor

Late night talks in my head

Make me think if I'll really see God later

Need a new spread for the tables

Won't compete with anyone but you seem fire

Call me up for a sip in the morning

And we'll call it even, our last satire

The dirt you lack

Buys back my sack

Empty spaces of true design

Watch me peek

My fire drowns down the unwanted t.m.i.

Left alone in an darkened hour

With holes in a hallow wall

Oh what sour

Do you peak more at the gleam of this last shot

I see more dribble when the gun ripples with loaded pops

See me drownin', just tell your neighbor hello

I see not what burns this kettle

I'm made of pure mellow

Let a gun cock or the basketball drop

Either way you missed an open frame

To win at an open lock

1,2,3 all that reads