Miss Logistic

 This is the twist sis
the rest is just business
l did this this to give miss logistics a listed
Vision of my twisted  gift that’s been dipped in the pimp shit
And pulled till its limbs split
I tell you its vicious
I miss it like distance convinced  to dip to it this instant
And like the thin scents of incense
I inch in  to the indents
Etching deeper my own imprints 
and within this
Infinite imprisonments 
being lame in a simple sense
 But I’m never simple since 
I live the gift of misprints
Me and my miserly minded misfits
mistook fingers for fish sticks
And we’ve been feeding since infants
its sick shit
I get this
but like I said I miss it
and this is
My entrance
or exit if you’ve been listenin
A moment in my mind
Thanks for the visit