"Call me johnny narrow,
Got bones but ain't got marrow,
My laundry smells of #yarrow,
This brow will never farrow,
Shoot lyrics like an arrow-"
"Grim, 'smells of yarrow'?"
"No? Thanks Beezy, that might've been embarrassing."
"Hell forbid."
"You mean-"
"No I don't."
"Ah."#whistpr pic.twitter.com/fH5PdhmeCt— R Young (@InkDisregardit) June 22, 2020