limerick//
Yeah, so I failed at finding anything interesting to write. Instead I wrote a music review for newspaper. However, my good friend did find something intersesting write about. I have fucked up friends...by the way...and to kill confusion for morons, i'm not black.
Lena Page by Mary McBride - oh i'll tell you a tale, sweet child of mine, a tale of the whores of old. they walked in the streets with no pants on. oh, those whores of old. the most morbid and desolate and dreary of these was a black chick, named lena page. this bitch was so high that she soared with the kites that got stuck in her cheap wal-mart clothes. her nostrils they bled from the cocaine she fed to those passages meant for breathing. with gum in her hair, and cum everywhere, she brought to mind a blind puppy teething. for she howled and yowled as the men had their way with the nasty-ass whore-ness of hers. and she grinned as they pinned her in dark alleyways, adding the sums in her head. eventually, when the whore days were over, sweet child, she did buy a shack. and then she did run, an underground slum, where she bartered and used homemade crack.
Lena Page by Mary McBride - oh i'll tell you a tale, sweet child of mine, a tale of the whores of old. they walked in the streets with no pants on. oh, those whores of old. the most morbid and desolate and dreary of these was a black chick, named lena page. this bitch was so high that she soared with the kites that got stuck in her cheap wal-mart clothes. her nostrils they bled from the cocaine she fed to those passages meant for breathing. with gum in her hair, and cum everywhere, she brought to mind a blind puppy teething. for she howled and yowled as the men had their way with the nasty-ass whore-ness of hers. and she grinned as they pinned her in dark alleyways, adding the sums in her head. eventually, when the whore days were over, sweet child, she did buy a shack. and then she did run, an underground slum, where she bartered and used homemade crack.