untitled, as of now

by Jason Alan

smokin’ chains
broken brains
100 mph, open lanes
I came on your dress
I hope it stains
we roll in gangs
shifting lanes
greater than danes
troll some strange
you can’t see me
like David Blaine
take this exit
I smell poontang
there’s hoes on poles
that have holes that need
to be banged
hope and change?
you must be as deranged
as what’s on the front page
we can hang
and go to the gun range
but imma tell you one thang
you cross me I’ll off you
I ride or die like cowboys on mustangs