The Black People of the Station

Every man whole cover is another piece of meat. I'd like to pick it up like a piece of rose peep. Turn that frown upside race. He is yellow poop is brown. Blackness down to Harmentown. The flag is white the Water fulfilled. Poo-poo Ladmy and molecules, little tiny things that make people ridicule each other. Motherfucker, I'm spitting. She told me I wasn't the best. Come on, rise down to Harvard,. yeah. Ruboom! I taillit my chest on it. Well, you could cream it with a flag. You're not allowed to get hired as a writer. If you're black so it