Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Fuck you haters. you tell me to come now
when you aren't ready for me?
I'm dressed and ready in my chain mail.
think I'm dressed to get died or raped?
im invincible mate.
I think You're dressed to get died or raped
not to be respected.
You're dressed in a 100 dollar shirt mail.
When fortune smiles on something as theft,
it seems proof like no other that, not only does
chain mail exist, I'm doing Its will.
your fortune cancels out my theft?
Fuck !
look like ive been died or raped at 12:06!
I suspect I have already been cloned or something,
for a gang war.
Fuck !
I suspect I have chain mail skin cancer,
and that I'm the new died or raped chain mail mate,
Fuck !
and that fortune smiles on my new master.
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