Sqaunder The Deal Poem by chris bowen

please send, the devil depends on nightly dividends.me mends a boat for blackbeard to stay afloat.i would love a note from joss stone but she done blown the only phone there was, white boy all a buzz.my next cuz will be hot.me know.me got.i simply shot anything muslim in iraq and i want my soda cans back.the fact that i attacked is good, yall's in the neighborhood swing your wood near a train tracks and when the click clack of a train makes it plain that lifes insane, kmow that i go along then, my friend.till the end.