i believe i can fly poetry when despair sets in like loneliness i take out a plate penut butter and jelly and i sing along to R Kelly if that bastard can be famous for those words i can probably touch the sky Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
lol. you have a good point. but now we seem to be recovering from that manufactured music phase. blogging may be to blame
You would think that if logic dictated reality at all times then you would, indeed, be able to touch the sky.
lol.
you have a good point.
but now we seem to be recovering from that manufactured music phase.
blogging may be to blame
You would think that if logic dictated reality at all times then you would, indeed, be able to touch the sky.
i’m just exuberantly proud that i was able to poetrize about R Kelly. win.