Passport to me

I am given to thoughts

that do come in flight

but leave as a cargo train

well examined and cooked

so, you see, I am no fool!

What is the point of

telling you this?

Simple, do not waste

your time with me

with a smart snoot

that you can have me

playing your lutes.

More likely that

such lutes and your tunes

may end up

inserted in your

orifices that God forbid

and you sing

your own convulted

songs and tunes,

laughable and smelly a lot

who does not know

hurried and nervous farts,

from such orifices.

With me immature,

impressionable

on-the go- market

hustlers

get busted

and you need a minimum class

to belong and talk.

If you ain’t no wise

with loud talk

and louder ego

uncontrolled energies

and lot of bravado

with little real work

you can go out of my influences

and elsewhere

get f…ed and f…k.

Smile, be humble

be honest

behave with delicatessen

in measured ways

and I adopt you

steadily

and guess

we both would love that

life is to be lived with sugar(hey! not the medical version)

and not snatched

like an unripe fruit

is from a tree

by a monkey!

NOW SNAP THAT!

otherwise I will indulge a final break

and I do that in millionth of a second or even faster.

ZAP ZAP ZAP

lol..rofl

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