Blessings and Shizz, etc.

Let blessings not be count
Though they come in pieces,
Only to make unevenness round
Be it on a naked man or Saint Mary’s kick
Warm womb or a thrown brick

Let blessings not be count
They’ll shock you bitter otherwise
A grand one astound
With a liquid of despise

Let blessings not be count
You’ll never get the exact amount
Coz shitty scatters like a fount,
You’ll be drown,
And you’ll never be found.

-the roller-coaster year, 2010-