Black beans so soon are unseen.
No onions needed swim in my marine
Acid ocean. Heater still broken
No matter homie we got whiskey smokin'.
Beige hues bring the bougie blues
But rotten rhythms brighten my moods.
Can I rock? Stop!
Can I rock? Stop - Rock!
Can I rock? Stop!
Can I rock? Stop - Rock!
You got that?
Herald bring the beat back!
I can bring the feedback.
People seem to need that.
Just like pocket rockets
Dock it in the nearest socket
If you knock it, try to knock it
Twice. Knock it thrice
Knock it any time it's nice.
If she likes it and you like it
Knock it every single time
you put it in each other's sights.
YEAH!
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Until Tomorrow...
Albert died today. Johnny buried him before I came home. He was cancerous and miserable. But I feel a little bit of happiness...I paid close attention to them last night, and I gave them Cheez-Its for a treat. They loved them. I have never seen creatures so delighted by faux-cheese. Albert's last meal was Cheez-Its, and he gobbled it up as though it were steak. I wish I could've done more for him.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me know and thank you for taking care of my little buddy. You were a much better mama to him than I was a papa. Cheez-Its. That was sweet.
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