To What Do I Owe The Pleasure


What a bowl of sweet trips

Suggested to speak nice

As if obligated

By the law of prosperity

 

What a bowl of sweet lips

As words displayed

A meaning understood by one

There a true intellectual

 

What a bowl of sweet hips

Petals of Black

From dried and dead roses

A kiss

 

What a bowl of rips

Unable to find truth

No real substance

Filler for the fodder

 

What a bowl of slips

No pinks no views

Catchy headers

Busted body of evidence

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