Baky is quite a sucky plucky poet..

Ticks and toks tricking by the dine,
sipping through a glass of wine.
Trip hop blowing in the mind,
there' no more nickle & dime.
Feeling something out of the line,
asking the soul how to & why..
yet so close but i'll rather take my time.




ahuh,times take like a cigarettes..killing patiently.