Walking corpse like the rest of them.
Fighting to be better,
Than I was yesterday.
Tired of being ignored.
As if I’m not good enough,
To even walk same dirt.
Hillbillies looking down on degrees.
Crabs In Fucking Buckets.
SUCH INFERNO FURY,
Could Crab Bake The Lot Of Them.
No.
i dont care
Free.
