I am from my dad’s ball sack. My mom’s vagina.
I am from outer space because no one get’s me.
I am from the bluegrass festival, Wasabi Ninja.
I am from particles, some may say shit.
I am from nothing because you don’t understand what I spit.
I am from Healy lake, my land, my home.
That’s my word, set in stone.
What the hell did I just write? I swear I’m not on crack!
By The Running Man