A Beatnik Poem read by a powerful woman in bed

“Gentlemen Don’t Fish “

By Sean https://open.spotify.com/show/5wLSeBa5k0ykpBMVWI0h5Q?si=em9UGJuXSV2bKBiz3l8ofw

Gentleman don't fish

What you consume

Is what you're connected too

I would like to say my karma is getting smaller

But I don't know

Sitting in the forest doesn't help

The unravelling of the web

Survive seven days

I was caught using a stump

Being a builder

That's bad

Tossing craw-dads onto shore

They get stressed out

Lose hope

The shape of desire

Is like a blockade

To the truth

The poor cricket jumped into the water

We have pears and apples but no cherries

No tea for me this morning

Decaf Chillhop

When will I find the bass I'm looking for?

Too lazy to build it

Stuck like a branch half under the riverbottom

Bury a earth boring dung beetle

Wild animal Crossing references

This poem just lost its cool

Even though its apostrophes are all lined up

A whack with a net gets worry out of your mind

Even when your wife might be leaving the island

A money-tree will get you up off the ground

Tooth licking gum decay

Adventures at a podium

Get your party outfit together

Die your hair

Soil music on the outdoor DJ setup

Samples blathering on and on

Causes me to spam B

Left bumper works too

Zip line through restlessness

Waiting to talk to my favorite psychiatrist

Catch a flea off your bird-friend

High Andean Condor

Covered her song back in highschool

Fruityloop carrot logo

The hype place right now

Government plaza

What's your damage?

Beefcake tank

Sips a smoothie

Crazy fire

Cephalopods don't need friends to be intelligent

Old tires are useful

Beyond swinging

Radial band grow a garden

Show your mange to the receptionist

Redeem my miles

Hose reel

Dixie texhnique

Cool is your boot bigger than life

Just give me my screens

Play it low-key

Love always demands this

Lips sealed

Demand nothing

Never forget the goal to disappear

Goes way beyond the body

Hafiz knew things

No one can know

A star can catch you and reel you in

Buckets of effulgence

The best time of your life

Should be right now

Patience to the patients needing a cure

Bright kids playing by themselves

Polishing touches

Four thousand bell butterfly

Queen Alexandria

Generating for no reason

Long enough to be ignored

Meaningless red stripe across your nose

Renounce me

To the heart of the house

More Irish or Scottish?

He prefers one over the other

Bilingual record collection

Push pull cadence

Lost in a mirage

Hypnotized by a belief

By a mood

Tota-Bolero

Mastery would mean the ability to feel anything

Regardless of a wanted poster