>I
>Am
>Standing
>In the metaphor of whores found selling their twats for
>college tuitions�
>Submitting to admissions � im online tuned in to hope but lies
>look me in the eyes �
>And tell me there�s no room for faith and freeloaders� so my
>fate has been lowered �
>To substandards and at the knees �where my pants bend�she
>sings a melody to my zipper�
>This oxi cotton mouth songstress� from the b list of my
>rolodex serves general purpose in the winter �
>She�s Part soloist part stripper �.melodic naughtiness 40/60
>� I don't now which end is bigger�
>Or what I did to trigger this � must have been something I
>said to her�.but I missed it
>Now She giving me my wish list �.
>Picture this perfectly painted canvas � a van goh licking
>Warhol balls �that�s abstract Expression
>confessing sins on the ends .. of my lines �. The straw bends
>then the reality blends in my mind �
>The same ending when the scenes shift with the times �
>And I wonder if they can see me thru the blinds�.
>

And girls selling that twat for tuitiion lol.. clear sign that times is hard, B.