F.S.P...Accross The Street From The Flat Top Poem by Cigar Aficionado

F.S.P...Accross The Street From The Flat Top



I am sure
he is guilty of crimes against
humility
why would he of been excepted
to Florida's most prestigious university.
Inside he graduated to whats called
C.M...Close Management
for upto five years
parable stabbed Chester who knows
we never will the truth
that truth is he was
unlike
being locked up abroad without one.
Dungeons yes the real ones
where they kill
why
because it's legal
long line of familial..yes thought you could..
executioners...all related..this parts true...Lola..
just like Burt in the movies..go..noles.
Biblical number twenty one
beats this valedictorian nearly to death
over..get this...they thought
the directors cameras were not rolling
maybe they needed him in the clinic
and would not go
maybe he refused his supper
the last one off
is taking the rape
cut it's a show
it placed last week...
Sometimes I am ashamed to be a redneck
good ole boy....
The thier is my savior...
Aurthur G. Dozier's shcool for little toys..
I mean boys.
They all turned the other cheek a time or two for you.
Have you really heard of Jim Jone's juice for real...lol

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