Laughing at black walls
I bet he had a night-light, to fight and fend-off demons,
and the sight of crocodiles sends him off screaming
his thoughts deemed unneccessary
shallow intellectually
a pool of mistakes and done-wrongs
im done singing the songs of the frigid,
busting emaciate bodies and the church pounding rigid,
put in 12 digits and pull three-out,
turn and reverse ride crushin backs of the devout
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