fitty 2

I feel bad for what my brother said.

don’t be fooled; we look alike, but…

need seems such a dirty word

to build relationships, you oughtta

write: an email, card, hell hallmark

rhymes would beat your stupid muttered crap – dear diary

I can’t think of how you look, you

got into my head somehow, but all that’s left is

bricks, not glass– jesus has a lot of friends

in rome, you couldn’t say paul’s

the only one, he’s just some thick young

hood who grew too fast, has a thing for cricket bats