[theMuzzl3]

I read less
and enjoy more.
I'm not obsessed
with the dress
you bought at the store.
Who sought out more?
My rhymes are like
dimes turned into pennies.
Run away with me,
and forget the hemp seeds.
Escape the sunny
times, the many:
and blame me
for the rainy season,
as I retreat
to being a tree, son.
Its crazy,
how so many flows
are funny;
and the beat goes and goes…
till you loose your sunglasses,
and join the masses
that you adore.
Don't stick for your score;
stick up for
your mirror image,
thats on the floor.
Open that door,
and I will roar:
no more.

Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times

~theMuzzl3