dig it Poem by matt fromm
Vanessa was too tough
lani didn't count
cristal was weak.
so what am I?
the king of blah blah.
la unified did me good.
Northridge did me good.
l.a. riots did me good.
when the beer is gone and sluts are dried up who the hell will be in my room? my pillow, hopefully.
my body maybe.
my sanity... well...
no more fist fights.
I've had mine.
give me Beethoven, man.
give me a 25 hour day bro.
give me the the ex who dosnt like to be called bro.
give me my tm give me... well... just give me.
now. I need I need.
oh shoot me
no wait. don't.
I got more meditation to get through with.
here we go.
oh ji ran ja.
ran ja ja ran
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- I'll Never Stop Loving You, Karen Montegrande
- Why I Love You, Udiah (witness to Yah)
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- Who, Sri Aurobindo
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth