I'M BREADY TO DIE"
It died.
It went to Detroit.
A high rise
Sow-r dough bread.
So they won't step on the fish.
Because everybody who can run, jump, or swim is already in America.
I want you inside me.
You pop up all night.
Papa would say, "I'M MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS." Best advice ever.