fitty 6

I should‘ve told jase, but
don’t say anything, he
needs too amazingly, can’t pretend
to like him now. true, we
write each other, but he’s stuck on
rhymes and that got tired years ago
I used to dig it,
got right into that word-around-us kinda shit,
bricks to build a better place
in this west bumfuck of a blurb,
the yanks though do it better anyhow.
hood your eyes, my friend, and lid your pen, go sleep