CHABOI PUSSYKRANG



how much time
we spend think
bout who we
gon b
say i wanna b
   a poet
   o' luv of future
    o' sing me a gravy boat to underground
     my last song will b
      hello
       welcome to the rest of my life
             standing in the street
             unsure how drunk it is
             know neighbors
            see sun move??
      i don't wake up
          to be in spring
              to care abt
              flowers return
               who will
             wait forme
            after the winter is over??
    shovel the sidewalks
     so my feet stay dry
        so i can see the cracks