All these aches and pains
Feel like my mistakes
Made by the fool
Taking all them
Drugs hidden
Under prayer
Rugs & snorts it
All – even stardust
Then maybe red’s rust
Let us rest and build trust
We already do way too much and
For example – I may B rhyming 4 fun
Though also because I have 2 get work done
Thus – even though You wouldn’t know from GO!
I know the reason this poem exists B 2 report 2
Ü how though my right hand & left foot hurt
Now it’s moved N2 my left hand & with No
Explanation –again– of how nor of when
This could have happened so taking it
On the chin so the game can just end
Since my hands hella hurt – specifics
Which digits hurt 2 fidget? Sinister
Ndex & thumb – relative 2 my left
& like I’m holding my handgun 2
My head, getting so near 2 dead
& because Ü couldn’t even care
If coming home with the win or
Rather – like Pride’s Prodigal Son
And whose Purple Eyes R N disguise like
Surprise! No more Sin~N when N mid-sunrise
♡Sugar☆World☮ 