Writing on the Move
I wrote this thing which I called “Writing on the Move” and what it’s really about is me…writing on the move. And it goes like this.
My brother cussed me out because I said something so be fumbling about his woman as I’m…writing on the move.
My parents think I’m lazy I don’t work enough while I’m…writing on the move.
All I got is my balls, my hair, and my money to deal with while writing on the move.
They say all I need is a job and a woman, writing on the move.
I saw a homeless man humping another homeless man that’s less attractive…writing on the move.
I was too short for a tall woman looking down at me to deal with me shrubs as I’m…writing on the move.
They say I need is to budget myself gracefully and furniture strip for life as I’m…writing on the move.
Yet an idiot cussed me out and cussed him too…writing on the move.
But to lack of vision, lack ideas for the knowledge I don’t understand to imply the nature of my balance…writing on the move.
I’m like a bunny on viagra with two dorks…writing on the move.
All one would need is a simple understanding and the landing to be demanding for that damn planning…writing on the move.
History seems overrated by my own standards as I’m…writing on the move.
Why the hell does everybody seem distanced all of a sudden? There…writing on the move.
Time is your most valuable asset or your greatest liability for the snitches, writing on the move.
Who would begin to wonder… writing on the move?
Does the shit fit when I wear it…writing on the move?
I’m very modest but not too modest to be pimping and hinting for the other sunken seating position while I’m…writing on the move.
If all I got was your dignity over my heroism to your tune we wouldn’t understand each other or have this conversation. Writing on the move.
Ladies and gentlemen, I need a quarter for my dialysis while I’m…writing on the move.
The survey says I guess wrong even though the answer sounded right. Writing on the move.
If I lost today, remembered tomorrow, and I had an epiphany then would I still run with it As I’m…writing on the move?
Somehow I see it all and clear and yet it’ll come back to me in the forebears of my nose, as I’m…
Writing on the move.
This writing is inspired by this music!
