Hate Ashbury


I’ve had dreams.
Dreams I thought were real.
Hold on.
We going soon. Let me smoke first;
we late.
Wtf
Wwhat
The fuck
.
Fuck Poetry

Fuck poetry.
F
F F
FFUCK
poetry.
Like mfs gonna look into this shit so much. Wtf.
Humans man.
This mess ahead.
The mf mess. No big words.
Just mess.
Slang, slang, slang,
The species isn’t as literate.

the internets is me friend.
Iv’e thought he was real.
I just don’t vibe as much.
I’m just tryna chill, fuck.
FUCK your rules, you killed this artform,
Bloods on your hands.
No one like Poetry.
Fuck Poetry, fuck art.
Let’s listen to bullshit and send emojis,
fuck grammar.
bloods on you.

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