*written from a dingy scrapy internet caffe which by the way is in Spanish mode so every word gives me the red thing down as in saying “you wrote it down incorrectly” anyways, back home to my crusty old mac tomorrow so read ya tomorrow, just in case somebody cared. But here goes my cool rhyme! or poem, or…………just hit it*
That´s you or me? No,
talking to you, you talking to me? Stinging like a bee these days.
Out I went to the motherland, lost part of my hand,
brain, well it was sort of slained.
So here I am, writing to get back at my other motherland
the land of the brave and the free and….the writers,
hope to read some of you all mighters.
Yep, Torrow!!!!!!!!!!Gonna do my cool stalker moves,
but, now lets get real, a lot of hands to peal, and then steal
i´m just a petty criminal, just minimal
no internet minder until….
a bit of sorrow though
and that´s the last and best I can do out of the blue
just typing some cool writing in the flow as it goe.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses. I´m stalking you tomorrow though.