Am a locked door so dont try coming in
Am a prophet of nothing much
The envelopes straight in the bin, a velour suit with unwanted yellow crotch stains , true to my word when i say am a liar, a benadryl user not an abuser
A frequent vape non fiction denier, a end of road pothole survivor,  a stich in your timeline offender, an opened tv schedule when you look there's nothing of worth on , a bleak sunday afternoon accompanied with songs of praise,  the white **** thats now but a myth, sent to the annals of left behinds. A drink merchant with no merchandise,  waking story of my life , am an open door let yourself in, feast on non biological embryos,  its a means too whos ends. A pitstop that never begun,  a holiday of no fun. Sun with no heat, cold caressing breath on your foul open pored lizard like wrapping , its only skin deep, now jog the **** on , trembling trees, destructive thoughs, variants of the symptoms of you, white has never been so black , painting transient shadows in a urban hide,  too many tv cooks spoil there view, a street life safari,  its been my pleasure your room with my view ,,,**