"There is no good-bye, Chunky Rice."

[joltz]

I think this is a poem I improv-wrote. It sounded neat. It has no meaning.

Perpetual sea turtles on the moor waiting to take you away
It's like the sound of a beesting or the color of a broken home
Stars light the path to justice and melt off faces
Dance like a B-Boy in the spring and you will know true passion