Who's got me When I need to unplug the electric idiosyncratic bullshit of the world above down low Who's got me in deep valleys and shadowed paths when growls and snares smell blood, fresh which they entrap Who's got me if a net is cast for safety and not a soul to hold it laced fabric, a web a 50 star flag on a coffin bugle calls/fold it El fin, the end. Who's got me? Who's got me? Who has me? -b.r.rivera #22 of 30 #30in30