White lies

In the beginning just some pent up rage
Words all built up locked In a cage
Frothing volcano balls full of semen
Held in too long exploding wet dreamin

Didn’t want to get caught
Didn’t want to enrage
Stupid lines didn’t cross
Internet a Safe Space?

But where I grow when I write
Can’t be truncated by those who’ve died
And the numbers are forever
Cool like pillows undersides

So into white sheets
Whiter seeds I will blow
Won’t even bother to wipe up

The wet spots as they grow

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