The Rights You Give To God

What matters is your color.

The pigment of your skin.

Your intent, the place, the time of life.

Matters not pal, it’s your skin.

You’re a comfy looking couch filled with rocks.

A mechanical bird that talks.

A bud thats mostly stock.

A color, that’s what you are.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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