John Stockton

[veritas]

Professor handles in Sandals
Infinite statues on which I place my mantles.
None equate. Run in place. Summon fate.
Sun in face. A subtle shake. Gun in waist.
No shadow safe no man relate
The All against an animal state
Only have thoughts worth thinking
Like: “if I have only gotten better than why is our industry shrinking?”
Shoutout to my homey Stephen
Come with the realness so the nursing home can feel this
Out-diverse a clone with heirs to the throne
With no cares for the phone or cares to loan Seven Seals this.
Still never copied, yet always with copies
An old Rastafari welding on used jalopis
Bless with success and refuse to stop me
So many more miles no new philosophy
Summation: I make you lose sloppily
But enough about apartheid
Let’s chat about your short on your rent and your car died.
Bringing back the Far Side.