Crime


It’s cold. Very cold.

I’ve no idea where I am. A room maybe. Or hanging in space. Or perhaps in a test tube.

I dunno.

I reach out my hands, what I think are hands anyway. I can’t feel my limbs.

Limbs!

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Pawns


Struggling to fit into a stratum called swag

Little Johnny sure hoped he looked bad

Bad as can be

For once he wanted to be the fad

His ‘bestie’ Kojo, reminded him he already had

More than an awesome life

Contrasted with those living sad

Warped out of his selfish and narcistic reverie

Kojo as a friend, Little Johnny was just glad

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