A Beatnik Poem read by a powerful woman in bed
“Gentlemen Don’t Fish “
By Sean https://open.spotify.com/show/5wLSeBa5k0ykpBMVWI0h5Q?si=em9UGJuXSV2bKBiz3l8ofw
Gentleman don't fish
What you consume
Is what you're connected too
I would like to say my karma is getting smaller
But I don't know
Sitting in the forest doesn't help
The unravelling of the web
Survive seven days
I was caught using a stump
Being a builder
That's bad
Tossing craw-dads onto shore
They get stressed out
Lose hope
The shape of desire
Is like a blockade
To the truth
The poor cricket jumped into the water
We have pears and apples but no cherries
No tea for me this morning
Decaf Chillhop
When will I find the bass I'm looking for?
Too lazy to build it
Stuck like a branch half under the riverbottom
Bury a earth boring dung beetle
Wild animal Crossing references
This poem just lost its cool
Even though its apostrophes are all lined up
A whack with a net gets worry out of your mind
Even when your wife might be leaving the island
A money-tree will get you up off the ground
Tooth licking gum decay
Adventures at a podium
Get your party outfit together
Die your hair
Soil music on the outdoor DJ setup
Samples blathering on and on
Causes me to spam B
Left bumper works too
Zip line through restlessness
Waiting to talk to my favorite psychiatrist
Catch a flea off your bird-friend
High Andean Condor
Covered her song back in highschool
Fruityloop carrot logo
The hype place right now
Government plaza
What's your damage?
Beefcake tank
Sips a smoothie
Crazy fire
Cephalopods don't need friends to be intelligent
Old tires are useful
Beyond swinging
Radial band grow a garden
Show your mange to the receptionist
Redeem my miles
Hose reel
Dixie texhnique
Cool is your boot bigger than life
Just give me my screens
Play it low-key
Love always demands this
Lips sealed
Demand nothing
Never forget the goal to disappear
Goes way beyond the body
Hafiz knew things
No one can know
A star can catch you and reel you in
Buckets of effulgence
The best time of your life
Should be right now
Patience to the patients needing a cure
Bright kids playing by themselves
Polishing touches
Four thousand bell butterfly
Queen Alexandria
Generating for no reason
Long enough to be ignored
Meaningless red stripe across your nose
Renounce me
To the heart of the house
More Irish or Scottish?
He prefers one over the other
Bilingual record collection
Push pull cadence
Lost in a mirage
Hypnotized by a belief
By a mood
Tota-Bolero
Mastery would mean the ability to feel anything
Regardless of a wanted poster