Saturday, September 03, 2005 . 12:12 PM
you said blood was white and water was black,five six jokers hiding in a couple of decks.
one was crawling when said he was walking,
one seemed sleeping when he was really dead.
you could turned zebras into cannibals,
saints and angels into devils,
why not twist some texts and flip them,
turn it around and make me eat them.
my gelid way's a stygian sight,
you seemed copacetic about my daily plights.
You would naturally not think so flat a rogue could cozen me,
for i'm lucalent that white is white and black is black,
five six jokers laying dead in my couple of decks.
