//Sorry, this is just a little sudden and unrehearsed.
Coarse dirt on a white grid pattern.
Throat hoarse when my thoughts get verbose.
Really? I’m no master.
In fact, I hate that I can never hit.
Polarized into keywords or crypt,
Take your pick. I’ll
devastate the intermediate.
I wouldn’t say I’m not passionate,
But this time, I’m really gonna try
to deliver what I told you would arrive a few
months ago. Sorry it’s belated,
But I figure it’s probably best
if I quit this ‘unformulated’ shit,
bit the bullet and grew a mullet (haha)
bit the bullet, pulled the trigger,
and gave it a shot. My bars aren’t hot.
They’re butt, my apologies,
I’m sorry for your loss,
but as for me, I guess this is start.
twoamjam 