girlfriend

I just made a backup copy our poetry book

Pleased my tself for the time it took

I hear a car alarm then cut off

It was a hurt car? No, it was stuff

That's all eevrything is i have found

My bygone home burned to the ground

Church had singing & raised cash

They were draining away the flesh

But i don't think he's still in i think he fell out

Maybe that's where my stamina went i have no clout

Rhyming is something i started in my rehab bed

Zipped up, thwarted, my thoughts were bad

I bet i gave Kurt Cobain a run for his money

But he had horrible stomach pains it wasn't honey

The millions bucks spent it was all wasted

The drugs were his vent that's not just pasted

Dad read the book he told me about

Kurt was stuck the cycle would shout

i love you,

michael"DEE"house

Michael House
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