YB ON COMMENTS
Added 2021-03-03 21:24:21 +0000 UTCComments
This is my poem about my struggle with online gambling addiction yb. Set under a tree Kicked back Sold to me I See there a fallacy. In actuality That's a formality Snapped back from reality. Figure the cold sniggers Behind the public figures. Riches hits the switches Leave you torn needing stitches. To dig our graves Oh behave! What's that line you say? Ignorance a debt A hand felt Across the pelt For the hands dealt. Your go bust Flat broke. For The lies told Across the fold. Choked off black Falling red Pure dread Instead Inside our head. Burning bread To keep our knowledge feed Fake scholars Felt pulling collars Thick fast At last. Voices left dead From the words said.
rebelwargaming
2021-03-07 00:46:15 +0000 UTCAll the way dead-ended general blue balls salute. His content is a nail in the coffin dead. Blasts out pure ish Where's his strike at that's my question?
rebelwargaming
2021-03-07 00:31:19 +0000 UTCYeah yb factory work is one step away from a drone like mind set. I did it years back not a good look that. Great vid yb
rebelwargaming
2021-03-04 20:17:27 +0000 UTC
