Aug 3rd 2004


Dear Diary,


I regret to inform you this will no doubt be my last entry,
I'ma be exposed tommorow, R.V's got me battle'n Da Vinci

Got no new conversation, been flip'n verse's like hot cakes
Way past contemplate'n....been pick'n hurse's for goodness sakes

I question, that maybe I could set-up-shop, up on another site
FUCK, WHO AM I FOOL'N?? That answer lies with this knife to my life,

For too long, I've hidden wack rhymes with a record, post count and a mod spot,
Try'n talk'n BIG to REAL vet's, who am I kidding...gotta boil my ink just ta drop hot,

Like the Mona Lisa, Hobbes (avy) you'll only know the truth,
Can't shake these feelings for Calvin (or other boy's in there youth)

I got my dick saddled up, maybe..hopefully it can get some ride's,
I hope to god peep's got my p.m's and there not stuck offline,

And I picked up pennies all day to try and get some luck,
But it seem's peep's won't pay 2 cents for my thoughs any more,
.................................................. ......................I guess I"m fucked.



Sincerly,
J Poll


* = J Poll and Shabba were gonna battle each other if I didn't show.

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