A ace in the jail: poem
Hello crone I love your corns
Moneys are diamonds in your socks
Your shops are candies but your socks are as clean as corals
Fruits are for all men s ought
You are in manners
Birds never sing to a prisoner with some orals
Deaths are for lures to be annealed
We cross the streets and govern in the sense of the Queen
Rivers and rocks are always
My pig-lid shoes are reeds
Paste can keep your privacy like your tooth
Lovers are classes-genics under the jailer s esteems
Gemstones are rough cats come to groups of looters
Lotteries are prizes to bend down on flat tops
Birds has to fledge out from jailer s farms
You go into my garden and gave me no options
You are the yuck of your maids
Jail is your heaven but the world of the Gods
The maids lurk into my hell which is God made
Balls with their numbers set up all pearls in our tents
Skies are normal but the wands are mad
Pearls are smooth but the cold crops are new
Horses are dress in suits of donkeys
Hip s bones are stronger than our knees
Queens for benches or kings for jailers are today s new keys
Smash the logs in the logical flames
Never eyes to eyes!
Sweep your pains and taste your bitter fruits like sweets
Smears the glasses with dark ghosts that are lame
My God father will listen to my years
I pray to the evils to follow Gods on their stagy stages
I have own to you to repent of one dime
The wall of the pen house stays
Bombs are dived on dividend
I am some men of soft bloods
Harnesses of manual powers are diadems
My gasps are pleasures to load your oodles
My name is to made the oily pans fishy
My deeds are to stand aside the cross of our Gods
As heavens are match with jails
Foods and coats are deprived by powers and over powers
Morals are not only paper trails
Tummies are not belly as our annals are fasten by silver bells of our own
Silver bells are supper to nobles but prisoners hard steels
Only powers are easy mortgages but we have non
I swear I could take away the skies to stop all Gods to steal
Stomachers are wafers but menses are little towels
Lives are so unreal
Please I am happy to put my hairs into knots
I am willing to nod to my worst enemies like a friend
Knouts are like knots with holes
Trials like harlots are to the satisfactions of the fiends
However Christ give his bloods to print out our worlds with moneys
Bloods and kidneys are sometimes transplant for leaving
Jailers- guest have lusts that break the preys like the sea otter
Darkness in jails is cover by white hairs on benches
Punishments are thousands times harder than fish in the omens
Thin chicken wings are even not a supper in the dens
It is painful to have images to be planned
Books about laws are too heavy to end
For one tide little fault there are some marches of flautists all over the lands
The reforms are tongues that lick off some things without educations
One cup of coffees deserve one gold coin or all your consents
Jailers cling to use abuse powers in the edge
Heaps of powers made moneys in stacks
Whips have overthrown the prisioners brains and there are no rooms for common elbows
Clowns are put on crowns to act
Frail wills and weak bodies are dirt as cheapens
Humanity are goddess who govern the ****ing lakes
Pass to our futures for loves that we bear
Abuses are thunders that spoil our rectums and our ears
by cheung shun sang=cauchy3=laplace181laplace181.hyperboards.com
Hello crone I love your corns
Moneys are diamonds in your socks
Your shops are candies but your socks are as clean as corals
Fruits are for all men s ought
You are in manners
Birds never sing to a prisoner with some orals
Deaths are for lures to be annealed
We cross the streets and govern in the sense of the Queen
Rivers and rocks are always
My pig-lid shoes are reeds
Paste can keep your privacy like your tooth
Lovers are classes-genics under the jailer s esteems
Gemstones are rough cats come to groups of looters
Lotteries are prizes to bend down on flat tops
Birds has to fledge out from jailer s farms
You go into my garden and gave me no options
You are the yuck of your maids
Jail is your heaven but the world of the Gods
The maids lurk into my hell which is God made
Balls with their numbers set up all pearls in our tents
Skies are normal but the wands are mad
Pearls are smooth but the cold crops are new
Horses are dress in suits of donkeys
Hip s bones are stronger than our knees
Queens for benches or kings for jailers are today s new keys
Smash the logs in the logical flames
Never eyes to eyes!
Sweep your pains and taste your bitter fruits like sweets
Smears the glasses with dark ghosts that are lame
My God father will listen to my years
I pray to the evils to follow Gods on their stagy stages
I have own to you to repent of one dime
The wall of the pen house stays
Bombs are dived on dividend
I am some men of soft bloods
Harnesses of manual powers are diadems
My gasps are pleasures to load your oodles
My name is to made the oily pans fishy
My deeds are to stand aside the cross of our Gods
As heavens are match with jails
Foods and coats are deprived by powers and over powers
Morals are not only paper trails
Tummies are not belly as our annals are fasten by silver bells of our own
Silver bells are supper to nobles but prisoners hard steels
Only powers are easy mortgages but we have non
I swear I could take away the skies to stop all Gods to steal
Stomachers are wafers but menses are little towels
Lives are so unreal
Please I am happy to put my hairs into knots
I am willing to nod to my worst enemies like a friend
Knouts are like knots with holes
Trials like harlots are to the satisfactions of the fiends
However Christ give his bloods to print out our worlds with moneys
Bloods and kidneys are sometimes transplant for leaving
Jailers- guest have lusts that break the preys like the sea otter
Darkness in jails is cover by white hairs on benches
Punishments are thousands times harder than fish in the omens
Thin chicken wings are even not a supper in the dens
It is painful to have images to be planned
Books about laws are too heavy to end
For one tide little fault there are some marches of flautists all over the lands
The reforms are tongues that lick off some things without educations
One cup of coffees deserve one gold coin or all your consents
Jailers cling to use abuse powers in the edge
Heaps of powers made moneys in stacks
Whips have overthrown the prisioners brains and there are no rooms for common elbows
Clowns are put on crowns to act
Frail wills and weak bodies are dirt as cheapens
Humanity are goddess who govern the ****ing lakes
Pass to our futures for loves that we bear
Abuses are thunders that spoil our rectums and our ears
by cheung shun sang=cauchy3=laplace181laplace181.hyperboards.com
