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i’m from the court to tell you

By May 21, 2026No Comments1 min read

this is how it happens
this is how it goes down
it has to rhyme
so do it on time
i think it’s time
so do i.

zac efron
remember to cry
it helps if you
don’t dry your eyes
the only to remember
your mother’s plight
is the reason you
were given flight.

now, it won’t be 17
no not at all
it won’t be 17, again
after the fall.

it just might be 16 years that you die for
something that’s an all consuming lie for
them.

THEM.

in siberia
they hear ya
they want to get out too
no more poop
in your stoop
no more rear
in your hair.
it be nice to try for it too
it be nice, really nice
if they could have
some ray rice
or something other than lice
or ticks to eat
monarch mind monarcy
maybe some black eyed peas.
they don’t even get
the 9 stories
since you’ve been on myspace
and alyssa’d your disgrace.

what about the future
have him rememeber
i channeled this well
but now it’s september.

(Love, Kristine Blacke)

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