[Mr. J]

When I drop....see no one near to me
no one here since chemotherapy.
you second hand & seek yo charity.
ya face wet like no need to care for me
sloppy sucker.
no telling which ledge end got you heroic
but who else has brought the focus?
all that greenery is gone, the locust.
farm ya souls & ride off without notice
check the fly thoughts, doubt is hopeless
sprouts from promised lands
the ghost with the stigmata on his hands.
just think if your drama brought this...
damnation..
ya spirit dwells on the plantation..
ya selling ya self & your imagination.