[Mr. J]

Compare this muddy shoe to the bloody boot.
the things I kick would leave you & your buddy blue.
their faces is what you would compare putty too.
green with envy now compare em to Gumby too.
rang in the new year with absence upon most minds.
watch the road wind leaving tracks on the hold line.
you are caller 7, hold for a second, gone the whole time.
leave a message after the beep, we will call on our own time.
despicable, predictable outcome when need is necessary
soon youll both be ready to up & see the cemetery.
leave a note near each body to read when they ready.
its dawn now, hands washed with my clothing washed out.
the moment is gone now but the story continues.
you can feel the anxiety & build of worry in you.
nah, the idea is ridiculous & the motive is slightly off.
in fact the whole idea just might be gone?
either way I dream of better times for those that follow
the flows that follow, hints & fun shit that arose in a bottle.
swallow 12 capsules & split each one between each grin
they havent seen him since the idea of 3D prints.
now I just been blue like the Will Smith genie since.
forgot I was still rhyming...gotta go