October exists inside of me
It is my month, my term, my reign
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You all crawl into my jagged smile
Float on my stringy guts
View everything in the afterglow of my orange
You filter my essence
And inject my flavor
Into all your shit
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You are the Super PAC
To a campaign I don't have to run anymore
I get 99.9% of the vote every October
Even those who are repulsed by me
Find themselves in my patches
About the Creator
Jada Ferguson
A poet/writer whose ideas/concepts usually come at the most inopportune times. The pull to bring my vision to fruition can be felt in every piece. Really trying my best to be my best.
Creator of #StoopHaikus (soon to be a phenomenon)
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