Thank You For Spittin’ Me Out Of Your Mouth
I Feel So Much Better Now !
poppy seed a pilgrim, Patina Belle
thanks for spitting me out of your mouth,
My doubts are none of your business now.
Rose isn’t red – the skies aren’t blue.
it’s never simple – when you’re passin’ through,
the extreme side of Kalamazoo
greedy word gods
comfy plastic shoes
99 privilicious reviews
rocky paper
scissor games
holy mother fakers
with no shame
luke-warm hammers and a bag of nails
pump up the volume – live to tell
write me out of your story now
i’m not your dog
i’m not your tail
i’m not your slave
to buy or sell
read my lips – go to hell
no one believes your paper trails
no one believes the lies you sell
write me out of your story now::