Friday, March 10, 2017

This little light
This way that
Bycicle headlight
A fettered shuffle
Gives positiin away
Creep crawl past my intersection
My domain
As he scans
Whatevers about
On my property
You look way to fucking hard
For my comfort
Well past glancing
Im glad to be there when you look up
Then away
You and I both know fucker
No canvas here
Keep your robbing elsewhere
Im the gaurdian here
Waiting for merry mischief

Look away my dear
Keep clear of here
Ya hear?

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