[Mr. J]

whatever you are on is none of my concern
I observe, another insecure writer on the curb
lost in worst expectations, if it rains...
the worm will squirm at a inches pace.
outlook on life is same shit, different day
by those calculations you drop at a pigeons rate.
fushnickens in the dinner plate wrapped in a napkin
sad faces & their pride is packed in with a bag spin
tied handles, they need to work on delivery
open doors for these old folks displays of chivalry
I have a hangover into someones coffee cup
wake up the staff & work the whole lobby up
my choose moves end with my Rodneys bruh
my Pokemon spit flames so call it a charizard
speed demon on the track in a new foreign car
what what.....what what...