fbi and me,
we can see
all kinds of trouble
brewing as well as
percolators are about
to sing what the season brings,
leaves will fall come Spring
because you fakester are not only rude
but you are about to get screwed.
when you create art,
a trail of bread crumbs becomes left behind
this may someday help someone who is lost,
find their way home across the bay
you either believe in something,
or you don’t.
basically you have two choices,
and of course the choice is all yours.