Graffiti speaks to me like poetry;
Set the Genie free of policy.
Paint a story in a woman’s mind,
See through a woman’s eyes, through the eyes of a child.
Take another look through another’s eyes
And show yourself up, down, left or right.
I’ll stay singing of sin and sinful things,
Like sin and sins and something, something, injecting;
Medicine, mini sin. More sin to be seen on TV.
Go watch a death and change your life and phone number, ET.
Freedom for me, or purgatory?
Vilify your innocence with adultery;
Set me free with disease and crucify me.
Your saviour. Your second coming is late, so smoke weed.
For God is dead, so don’t waste your last breath;
It is time to pay the price, for your life of vice and sudden death.
Don’t have a cow man! Bite me! – My pain is contagious;
Come here and die with me now! God cannot save us.
Betrothed to the adulteress, treatise or stupefy the child;
Stab me with a knife in the shoulder blade so I won’t testify.
(C) 2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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