Its mee for the streets

torn ligaments fornicate ridiculous
porn tidbits corn fried biscuits
another Monday morning makin homemade bisquick.
Vitamin regimen, toxins leaching in
Bent perspective, saw the discontented men
Sat with a grimace grin, and chuckled within.
Took flight with serpents and rats,
Backpack this, backpacked maps.
Hopped a train all the same, changed
Bills to change beforehand, forehead, headstand.
Inverted horizontal and lifted, left
A mess on the tracks
And put the change back in my charred pocket.
Now I got a bike and
Rode it to the city, rested on pity
And slowly digested the movements-
The rants, raves and your every little complaint
At any rate of speed, of all overrated needs.
The comparisons impede, with brewed grain seeds.
and so I rose, And now I feel so disposed
Like
It goes, chicken bone, chicken bone, chicken bone.
Set in the streets of Baltimore I now call home.
And
It goes, chicken bone, chicken bone, chicken bone.
Set in the streets of Baltimore I now call home.

Stainshane