Composition: The Sleddy

They already had everything already including the sleddy and the snow. It all happened in a snow globe so nobody would know. What you will is a thrill and verbal spill for the kill. The deal fell through the cracks cause the smack make ’em lean now. Lickety split, they all came in your spleen, now. Won’t you drown in the now? Make a machete and cut P. Diddy on the knows. He blows like the cold wind blows on my nose. The crows know you better the Ned when he’s throwing bows. Better to be a gator than a hater, but it sounds even better to be Slater. Who got saved by the bell? I know, my friend Michelle couldn’t tell. I’m white like angelic. Time to my back, sometimes I feel like I’m rotating on a rack. Lazy Susan, still ain’t brushing her toothin’. How do you predicate what I hate and what I know? Your disposition lies with them. No room for hate, no room for Nate. The federal crate in in the snow. So smash my face upon the concrete. The wind is a sin, don’t you know?

© 2012 S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

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