putting my cards on the table revealing a hidden agenda far from a angel still, somewhere back there, are a few feathers that allow me to dangle where it's worse, to make it all better not a complainer, well versed, at abstaining from poor weather forever, dedicated to prominence & what works i'm so much more than a flirt; however, compliments never hurt i rather you blush, or smile, or lift up your skirt than cuss, & cry, & kick in the dirt fuss about life, like why the shit doesn't work it sucks sometimes right; though a negative mind hinders its birth, to emerge into a diamond or something that's worth, more than you & i bottom line, you can't see through closed curtains being blind, & those serpents will lead you over bridges, then burn'em nah, i'm not religious; i'm learning, through my scriptures i've learned hymns & sort of working on forgiveness, & serving Him
...& always saluting her with praises & accolades you'd be amazed what compliments do for her sometimes it's the equivalent of what the dominicans & asians do for her the transformation, is crazy, damn near nuclear cloud 9's cool, still, i rather you be on jupiter so you can tell, whoever you tell that this dude got you acting stupider than them fools, that never passed in school this is passion brewed stewed & simmered; delivered on a spoon to wet your palate & make you drool & keep you smiling & awaken you ...damn this pen, & what i make it do.