Hadn’t

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
Forgives
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

My House

Give to me my house
For it won't be all my shout
Unless your mind truly doubts
What is this all about
Less that the key to the house

That sang with
I comprehend nothing
But it is the moneyless song
For the neighbours did pave
My way to Satan's grave
To take with you if these dreams you did raid