(for your reading pleasure...today's poetic rants)
I am...giddy with freakish lemons.
To the west...I devote this lint as it is cast upon the wind.
Long live the queen.
Oh to the violence that boils within me,
may the peace and creativity of the light seduce me.
I am great, and I am broke,
but never poor.
Zero does not always mean nothing,
and often I find charity in that fact.
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