“I ain’t gonna be nothing, Cos it seem like f’ever I’ve been longing.” Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose, Skin so sore, malady of the toes. Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for, Studied chemistry and physics what have I got? I’ve got nothing, but walking, Turning like a wheel, with no Boris, FishingContinueContinue reading “We, You, I (A Rap Song)”