gift

Life is a gift all the lies on my mist I wished I could give myself fist From the atmosphere from the back to the rear Eyes on a year Life is a gear Bumping around fear Like listen dear lice on my fever From hear to sphere From the sadness to cheer Size of the bweard What I’ve been heard From voice to the word Rejeoice like a sword Enjoys math on the board Man when I choke Like a water powered Like card on the guard From the back to the yard Baulk and a jack and a Joke and a smack Awoke and a wrote From the bird to board Joke in a hoes