I figure we should keep the freshness going around here and showcase a nice little poetry piece by my Brother BCollins.

Point blank period is that all these women get lonely. So this is a story of the ones chasing that empty loneliness. Artwork by yours truly. Enjoy.

Consumption at its best
Lonely harlots heart
Guzzle brown to cry clear
struggle with blue moon
The air is colder after midnight
Clutches pillows when she’s lonely Tears dry when closer to dawns light Trapped in the world she lives in flicks for attention
Brings the attraction of wrong men heels of destruction
She walks in
Lonely Harlots Heart
Can’t bring her heart to trust them
So lust is where she finds them
Melody of a harlots heart
She sings The Anthem..