YES WES



would walk through your sweaty sun
in a poetry suit
to burn all the money
to gas up my limo
your'e making ends meet
your ends meets the grinds
the frrty hrr wrrk week
i gotta hand
i gotta find me a new axe
i have dumb questions
for you
the chocolates i ate
i am sorry i left
that delicious ice-cream in yr freezr
kiss the chronic cough
it isn't like lying
the blood doesn't mean you got hurt
it doesn't mean it will work
the words
are a weapon
say machine gun you fucker
yr hail is pounding the hood of my car
i have dings all over my chestbrain
the desert
is growing
forget this i am sad for not cumming
and slide the poems on
one leg at a time
addaboy you gotta brother now
a stone cold pimp
i mean i uh
wont drown if you ask nice
wont dunk on you at your false god wedding
say can you talk to your father
say can you be in his stomach
i know love is pain
or i dont know
why i need the sun to bake
im tanner im feeling leather
she added the eeee's to make it
go down easier
didn't i tell you
when i almost choked
on the ocean