Crisis

Don’t loan me your fiction
It’s too heavy, plus i flux on
Blue deers with green shadows
That tread hardly marking sand
Same shit that raised them dots, clocks
Gears in a box, watch me
I’m so Miyazaki
Sushi roll
Bro pass me a saki, ya
Dos for Miyagi, son
I know our moons are worlds apart, but
Holy wholehearted yellow stars guffaw
Midnight summer thoughts rest on the brink of fall
You came all this way to forsake your balls
But there is no fault, so let it go
Unless luna lovegood in ropes you betta cope
Oh, so the home you envisioned
She wouldn’t ready with a sus-dude? fuckoff biatch
Two cheers for being shallow
Her fate lay with brass marching band
Same shit that made him rot, shots
Noggin’s debauched, cocky
I’m so Miyazaki
Sushi roll
Bro burn me a copy of Princess Monon-OKAY
Thanks