Creepy crawlers coming out of the closets, Coming for my happiness, gonna grab a dab of that.Not this crap again, oh well, I guess here we go, tell me all you know, where ya been, take it slow.I’m a sponge in the hands of something, something I don’t know. I’ll try not to let my … Continue reading Creepy Crawlers Come Out of the Closets to Face Me: Rythmic Poetry