poor mans trash

hes handicap with a hat back and back pack full of hot gats its a rat trap he walks on thumb tacks his exact words and react its fuck that mad over matter. grab the bat go after anyone insulting his life is shattered mister mister please lend him a quarter his daughter needs diapers what's the next chapter writes letters of raps lyrics on plastic wrappers trash from compactors his life is reflected with criminal action its a diaster in the mix with the devil his master