My thoughts

My thoughts are sporadic
My acts are like an addict
Prosecuters I guess that´s why they want to convict me
But I quick fly
Up to nowhere who knows but the sky…. I jumped a freaking fly
My writing
Is so lyrical
So musical
So keep me in jail
I laugh out my tail
Fuck that stupid snail
Just trust me, and believe in me?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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