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It was a time Before we spoke about these things aloud Even to ourselves All I really remember he made me uncomfortable I really wished I wasn't there There was a divorce Erick His brother And Mother Moved To Canada Distance from where it happened I guess I'm not sure why There Maybe she feared A custody battle If she stayed in the US He was my best friend On vacarion We visited them I should tried Better To stay connected With Erik There seem this wall between us now I don't I think I ever heard from him again I still can't remember If anything happened My dad said I was very upset I'm kinda proud of myself I was so shy That he may done it to my little brother Too What ever he did do Makes me even madder Were suppose to protect our younger siblings Maybe in a way I did What did he do after He's either dead Or Very old My dad confronted He told me Eric's father I don't even remember telling dad I don't know what was said It was early 70s probably A more innocent time It might be

We were 10 I suspected her asking about my friend from school Was actually about me I really didnt know where he lived But I played along Maybe to well And We Were still Just 10

The glove wouldn't fit Of Course not It was on the wrong hand They celebrated when you got off They The other? Do I see Did they think you werent guilty I like to think most knew you where I think it was mostly That A black man had gotten away with it Like so many white cops had I'm a white man Like Trump It's all just all speculation on my part Is it Why he won Do people just want to be like Trump Do you think that he wants you to be Being like Trump Only works When most aren't Only fools follow the rules ? To get away with seemingly anything To not care about others That makes you a winner Money for nothing And Chicks for free Do We all have our price tags Are we all Demi Moore Looking for Our Robert Redford But What's the real price tag For Mind fucking Ourselves Women Ain't birds But But we all seem have dinosaurs Still in us Waiting all these millions of years To come up Like a bubbling crude Drill baby Drill Seems to be cry Fuck the next generations But That seems

People are told by a mysterious online enitity. through his different social media . that, he think he has become a member of living dead . As he tells them how it feels. Different people hearing it. Interpet it differently . as they picture it in their minds . throught visuals, sound, and music . How he cant feel his heart . Anymore. several people think I could bring him back alive again. how incredibly strong he is, &...

When a man has near death experience. He finds an mysterious attractive assasin trying to kill him. And, seemingly not carrying how many people die, as she tries to kill him. In, ever bigger ways.

When a super hero becomes brain dead while having sex. His powers wont let his super big body decay. And, super huge penis won't soften. Now , here I see ideas for where plot could go. One where his lover , or wife . Keeps him . So she countinue to make love too. Or , the prostitute he was making love too. Charge emision. To what ever people want do with him, Or. ?

Wiith applogies to who ever Im stealing these beats from We may throw pies I may be mostly be a vegan Or Vegetarian Or Omnimore Or A Carnivore We may still bang the war drums wih are turkey legs Or Are Celery sticks But Are bellies are still full At least were still talking to each other And Not at each other We may shiver in cold from time to time But We Know Well eventually be warm inside We may have different holidays But Still we have them Sing with me It's a song I wrote And No One Can still Stop me From writing Or Singing it Drop the mic Then pic it up again Were still alive And With life Their is opportunity A chance At A Life To Sing In tune Or Out Don't worry About the lyrics Or The Beat Were Artists Were Not Making money Any how Just let me hear your voice No Matter How Stupid You may think you are Or Actually are

Langauge binds us to a land If you grow up hearing it You most likely speak it You hear other laungauges Of All Sorts Words The Arts Math Art Science Even the passage of time Speaks it's own launguage Changing Reforming in our memories We call it history Who ever consumes Whose interpetations Most More They swirl around you Sometimes shrowded in mist They slip into our sub-consciousness If learned once And Abandoned Sometimes You Even make your own You may only know it's verse Some may learned Most will most likely not We are Teachers And Students And All When We are gone So do whole worlds die

The truth they said They wanted But Did They really want it You would of said anything To make it stop And Did Why Didn't they just write it for you And In a way They Had