Monalisa had a solution, it was Probono for prostitution/ a diplomat for lupus

bombing on the train of thought, leaves a terrorist autumn/ when the graffiti is staccato

carpel tunnel with rebuttal, to usher in the tour.

The shuttle doors opened n' shuttered the pores..... closing, they wept in the breathe of

hopes opus.

Beef became kosher, chicken strangled, engulfed, what paid for it.

Misogynist, i knew he was sexist, when he called her a goddess and God a god... or god god do you know God, and has god spoken to you thus far

Feminist savage drenching the cactus, that is a replica of odds not balanced at law.

Why are things backwards n' taught, forward and present stays stagnant we aren't moving at all.

Minds are rough gems out of practice, act of price, not reflecting sunshine cutting glass with odds.

I guess none of us have "jewels" cus we aren't procreating we are creating pros for cons.