NOTE TO SELF

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    NOTE TO SELF

    GOODMORNING TO MYSELF TO MYSELF I SAY.
    "HOW ARE YOU DOING?"I ANSWER OK.
    WE IS US AND US IS YOU,THEM IS WE, SHIT WHO KNEW?
    OPERATE WITH NO LISCENSE ON HER KNEES SHE BEGS.
    VIRGIN AT HEART AS SHE SPREADS HER LEGS.
    I BENT A SPOON IN A CROWED ROOM.
    NOONE NOTICED THEY WERE TO CONSUMED, IN INDULDGING
    ON FOOD THAT ONLY SHE BOUGHT.
    THE DEALS AN EASY STEAL, KINDA LIKE YOUR LAST MEAL!
    STUCK IN A WORLD THAT ONLY I LIVE IN.
    YOU CALL IT LOVE I CALL IT LIVING IN SIN.
    USED TO BE GOOD, KNEW THE GAME WELL.
    WHY THROW AWAY WHAT YOU CAN SELL.



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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    firecracker’s Poems (28)

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    TICK TOCK 1
    NEWS AT 5 2
    PRODUCT OF A DISEASED MIND 0
    STREET DREAMS 0
    GHETTO MENTALITY 0
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 0
    LISTEN 0
    TWO SHOES/PRESTON 0
    REALITY:DEAD WOMAN TALKING 0
    DEAR BRANDY 0
    TILL DEATH DO US PART 0
    LULLABYE 0
    NOTE TO SELF 0
    SAYS WHO? 0
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    EMERGENCY 911 0
    SHIT OUTTA LUCK 2
    TALE OF THE HOES 1
    ARE YOU WORKING FOR THE MAN? 1
    LIMELIGHT 0
    DO THE MATH 0
    BROOKLYN-CLIP 1
    PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH 0
    NOTE TO SELF 0
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    A MILE IN MY SHOES 0
    NIGHTMARE IN FEDERAL PRISON 0