Some folks always thinking everything is about them, even our verse. I admit I have the curse, but I try not to make things worse. By picking, tricking and phucking with an already mixed up crazy paranoid world. But I'm a poet, this is the way I flow it, it's not about you, act like you know it, or have sense enough to show it.
Really nothing
forget about something
Not even a pinch
don't even equal an inch
Not worth ruffled feathers
as we poets gathers
But feathers get ruffled
when words get shuffled
All Birds of a feather
do not stick together
The dysfunctinal family
fights all the time
very little love will sublime
Both sides of my family
my wife and mine
very dysfunctional but doing fine
We join the Jackson's
Seems this poetic board
suffers from the same reactions
I'm use to dealing with
the Jackson's
This has always been
my environment
I'm thoroughly familar
with my holy requirement
Tough love dished
some love wished
but not cherry
neither do I worry
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Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Ted
In Christs Love
Michelle~