just checking

notes from the grippy sock motel

in the asylum of my mind

i am home

the halls i roam brim

with the confettied and convicted —

dubbed the unredeemed

we have all made it here

the crooked, the stolen, the murderers,

we have all been admitted

we all get a bed at the unholiday inn

chingy here

chamillionaire here

mystikal here

you know who

here, too