horus813 Aug 2002

listen..for the love of jesu'..i know i make alot of shit up, but i'm being on the level with you. the poem was inspired by that previously mentioned media clip (strip bar priest). it's all true. my grandma died (lung cancer). the kids were cutting pumpkins for halloween(my cousins) and i lived with my aunt in vegas for almost a year(i was on the lam for stealing a shipment of seventeen big screen tvs in Mi.) i am an honest story teller, a lying poet, but an honest story teller. i am not a richard farina, not yet. there is nothing wrong with this poem bastardette it's an honest day work.s