wormwood poetry 1: fame and fortune
the good times
copying the best of all time
crude childish fan immature
when i saw fidlar
(fuck it dog life's a risk)
fun loving
the nights gone months past
to be rich was to have a chili dog
and a place to live bills paid
somewhere someone plays a harmonica
not taking a bath for a few days
baroque as a word used by a reviewer
my drugs in my body
healthcare so i don't have to take bowl hits
or use condoms
a place to call home
the rug the couch the bed the posters
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2010-2020
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