2-12-15-7

Flex your so-call lyrical muscle;
in the name of this 'cut throat-ass hustle'
Yet; even blood, will produce a count,
that will produce a 'Today's Bristle'
As you look dat up...
Getting this fat belly token, off my unique nuts
The Money may be fresh...
But, the biting on; is full of carbon-copy-ass rust
As I raise a debt, of a serious pay back
Silly Biters Looking;
So now Biters, look at that
Blogging some serious cheese;
so entities can be a 'off my swag' type 'Neutral Rat'
Now; what do I really know?
As your weak air-play game,
Tally up that score
Standing in line;
is what entities, do at the store
Where I stand;
is where no real 'M-F'...has ever stood before
My Soul's Worth...
is way more, than the price of Fame
Keep, what You think is Your Money'
as I Keep, & Be; what has never been Claimed...

(Being The Real 'Not Guilty')

So...P.S. Biter...
(I've got, & will be having "A Blog")

Even if most, don't know where it is at...
They will, like You...'Find It' (N.G.)

Writer...Clifford Spiller
Poet..."Not Guilty"
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