(Gone, past Micky Ds),
To let off steam;
In an instant, all ashout:
"You know what? I'm mean."
Vengeance dribbling from his lips,
With gallus, rehearsed, swaggering hips,
And a single nod to his young team,
He's off again,
To live the dream.
Wearing wrap-around seduction. A blindfold angel in black. Mirrors to glimpse a fine troubled prince? Dressed-up pathway to the soul ...
and ‘good evening’ you say, with your will to encapsulate a world in two simple words. you drag me to your angle, box up...
Billions slip along its bullion branches sliding towards the grasping, greedy, greasy palms, of the high/ mighty, fake empty pockets w...