Raw Wild Poet

There is no question, in my mind,  Human's more messed, than a skunks behind. 

T he double mind, is as clear as a bell,    one's divine, the other's hell.

The level of disaster cannot be measured, it's beyond laughter, many incarnates of the Devil...  

Yeah, go on Mum,  send me to nursery,  Call this fun?  Are you trying to curse me? 

READ THIS If you thought poetry was fluffy, it's about time you read this,  It's the little verse of cussing, and system...

Eat from the tree that some call illegal, resulting in total cell function, soul retrieval...