Urban Psalm

Welcome to this awful, unlawful fanatical limerick but I do have to warn this is far from sabbatical but a little tactical to leave you full of aw. Puppet master standing behind the curtain of deception masked as real life when it’s nothing more than a mere game an amusement for those who can afford the smiles but my frown and despair provides just enough for me to swallow my pride. As I cried last night cause manhood has no neighbors so alone I stand with myself. I witness these pains, thieves of my childhood delusions. Out of this mental confinement no longer held by these three strings, spread my wings and now I sit on cloud nine gangster’s paradise making ghetto gospels. Holding my breath listening for the whispers in the cold air…..now where was I?

CryptoCannon