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Research That!


 

According to my schoolbooks, “bitch” in black sharpie was the copyright company.

 

The copycat laughed at the cat that was convinced he was a trip.

 

He tripped over a word and “shut up bitch” is what he spit.

 

Manners he lacked so he didn’t give a shit.

 

He deceived some but never the majority and he felt it.

 

The copycat was as an unwanted draft, degraded because of his lack of motivation.

 

If the caption read “discounted Breds” they both would be all over it,

 

Thinking the only legend was a basketball player.

 

Our black has always been infused with red.

 

Google “Bloody Sunday”

 

Confused, me too. 

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