Friday, February 15, 2008


The nation
State is
What of it
You make of it
Have it
A habit
To give what
You did
Thar guitars
To go far
For you
Will live
That Shaytan
Versus these poems
To break
No money
But that
This is

Money Bitch Shod Witch

Moon did
Lid fits
Let with
This it
Pro’s post gram
Peach Sheik
Feat week
Bless nits
Half the old poem
Still hits
Hell’s tits
Stray fit
Nets boil
Same toil
Frill pill
Thrills ill
Shit sticks
Blame this
Money bitch
Death its
Law full
Shoo expense

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