"Bulls#!t Poetry"
Poetry by: G.Melesaine
Art by: Fernando Amaro Jr.

(This is what occurs when ur drunk, or maybe just when im drunk, or when I was drunk whichever one, sift through ur options because its still bullshit )
I have a gallery in my mind and a dictionary in my heart, flippin pages of words that im trying to get rid of/So im drinking and thinking, conversating with beautiful people who be dope feenin/
enlighten by words that most/just pass by and say sorry folks, then they be leaving/but I was told somewhere inside the struggle you'll find ur soul/so im searchin Forever/a place that never cease/and finally GOD will say heres ur change I'll never leave/ See I've been squeezing my eyes , my fist is drenching in pain/ pass it to the left take a hit if u truly think my sinning im soley to take the
blame/forfeit the game b4 I get caught in between the lines that u inhaled through ur nose, that u expose/but only u and I know why u want everyone to know/the only time I find my shine is off the gloss of Bacardi soaked lips/ and whats produced is usually taken as "talking shit"/F__k the revolution because its being passed around like hoes, submissive/out of ur mouth so consistent/end up doing nothing back to talking shit and/Im witnessin similar dreams, it's a
monetary disease/ falling in love with strangers who when u meet they're in a hurry to leave/ but u keep ur similar dreams so in the future u could be shitting on me/ call me an alcoholic full of liquor and bullshit poetry/yeah, bullshit poetry! Where im planning on recycling half these words/repeating the hurt/drink until my throat burns/my sight blurred/my tongue flur/a pause occurs/"aaww shit I did'nt know u was fuckn with her/oh get back to fucking these words/that have no melody/ titled a bottle of Level and me/ just me and my street OGs/project niggas with gold teeth/who hold g's and hold things/that saved my life when I was listening to Donny Hathaway on
repeat/at thirteen/close calls, smoke trees fly with GOD while the sun bleeds/ singing "love-is-all-we-need"/then I start to drink and start to think that my first love was my first hate/So f__k V F__k G, I could hear u saying F__k me/but blame it on the liquor cuz' this is just bullshit poetry.

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