Peachtree st.

Color me Hennessey; vivid pictures as similes-similes shared in nothings through monotone poems & grievancies leaving Peachtree behind me in synonyms speaking diligence; might be time for the Benz but I need more dough.

Am I working just to waste it? Hell no-Hell no. No-no..

Everything is everything. Spirit in a karat gold; I'm packing but I'm never home. Credit here but better gone I'm guessing I found it, I found it, I found it, then lost it.

I stumbled and dropped it in airports then sank with my ark though.

Some clumsy women tripped when they stumbled and dropped my heart though..

These messages just look the same; does happiness remember me?

TSA keeps hating, they say I pack way too many dream..

I know my Father gifted me the empty bliss and happiness and smiles of faceless dissidents from label checks and tax writeoffs..

I told them, "give me my happy, I need my money now"..

Thank you K******n; wherever you are...