I see multitudes of the masses misplaced, fast paced souls who choose, status and chase. Lasses with lace lingerie, like young girls who fornicate, and flaunt their frames.
By Rory Donnelly6 years ago in Poets
Have you ever thought what could be?without selling rocks on streets, without costs and needs. Where lost machines lay rusted. Children busted, not unaccustomed to the blind hand of justice, we gave them ‘50 cent’ and a handful of muskets.
