Masked Draft Of What Would Have Been
Everything feels like a draft:
nothing is complete.
I can't even get my jaw open
to take in your words and
spit them out in reverse;
chop in segments of forward,
and press play.
My mouth is consumed and shut
by this muzzle mask…
in the end, I'm gonna shit on it,
and you'll hear my voice.
We'll all get a pay day.
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Originally Posted by big baby
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theMuzzl3 AKA Malibu's Most Wanted
Last edited by theMuzzl3; 10-11-2014 at 02:29 AM.
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