Black Poem by BEAU GOLDEN
Black
dressed in Black
no flair i lack
thinner winner dropped in back
good to be back in the sack
but here is whats really whack
the brain fights back
as the drug kicks in
it feels like u win but u only grin and sin
grinning spinning sinning thinning
alchemy at the hands of a blue eyed wolf
runs its fingers through the fur
and howls wildly and deeply right out at the black
But No one howls back
Black
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