T. 6

A reason to just bounce, rock, roller skate.. Dysfunct, shocked, shoulda blade.. Brushin' 'em off, hopped out n about from the older ways.. Ain't no stops, just no replays.. death upon crimes, decayed.. Zip-tied mind locked up in asylumized grime, no re-spray can ever take that away.. Simmer down soils, lost child dirt up be devoid of, disposed, destroyed 'em.. Burned bridges, rehashed tippin' ash, blow smoke puff 'til it fidges.. Obsoletely used like an absolute muse, thoughts flourish and abused..