Still I Rise

From the cold corner, you have nightmares about
but I've managed to call home. From the pussy I
entered the world from, and now has become your
spot to take out mid-night cocaine frustrations: $40.
No tax. For a glass of milk to have with the book I stole
from the boy who was too bored. Watching waiters throw away
left overs because Mr. and Mrs. were late for a recital. "Your
garbage has kept me alive. Thank you, for getting full too soon."


Disclaimer: Many of the material I write, is written from
interpretations of perspective. Some of what I write is
inspired from experience, some from observation.
Fact or fiction, no need for the distinction. Just as long
as we all understand we and what is.


Peace to man, woman, and child. And to rest of the nation
stressing over occupation, Pocket ya wallet and put away ya
purse. I made a tire swing under a tree near the stream, from
which we can pick fruit and relate to the earth.