Pictures with no frames
Families from flying saucers
Cicadas play the pom poms
I dated coffins
Sweet way to say
I'm used to shade
As an eighties object
I replay pain, paragraphs
My maybes soften
Babies bought in
Then baby I brought back
Nodding to Conny crack
Oochi wally, black wally rap
Nollie back heel, nollie flip flat
Nollie flip your newborn on a piggyback
Conny gone, give me cap
Gas for village
Gas for your children
Bracket their masters in a massive packet of feelings
Take blood from their calves
It's the bastards of buildings
Cap everyone one of their tags
Tag them, tattle I hit them
God of the automatics
Autocratics failed the classless system
Caste benign love
Ask them what's smitten
To the shrine shrub that died once
Born again like Jesus Christ was
Trinity's three limes sliced cousin
Everyday day we die for reasons
In a four by four raised bed
More born per season
War kill gods
Cost increasing
Docile demons go for jogs after their jobs then they sleep in
Weekends pretend they not dogs but deacons
Who's wrong to be preaching
Cops killed George Floyd on cement
BIPOCs it's been killing season
Since Columbus's BI was to keep a queen in appeasement
Facts