I'd like to get on here and bitch about how "bitches" fuck up my shit.
I aint gon' do dat.
I'd like to sit on here and complain about how the government rapes my dreams
& my checks
& my brothers freedom.
but...I AINT GON' DO DAT.
I'd like to name names on all these dames I been given fame with "hers" & "shes"
not that many people read this
BUT IM CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO DO THAT.
I'm not gonna do much...besides fumble threw mumbled untyped words
that pour from my pores like a leaky faucet
like having my score rearranged at the end of the game
just so I can win by more.
lose by less...fuck
its all about perspective.
eclectic persumptions due to race
or color...fuck sometimes pre conceptions from your mother
simply because you assumed LOVE
POETRY...was so easy
its so hard.
to wake up without a support net in the world...
to not bitch or moan about it outloud.
to not mention names...but make sure that dagger goes straight into one of their main arteries
strange...I wish it wasnt this way,
all 3 women whom I love and write to daily
THINGS GET CRAZY
when you cant remember a few years & dont have a care in the world
and most of the people you love most dont have a cohesive thought in their head
or are 3000 miles from your current location.
I used to try to make my vocation vacation
now I just try to stay sane
but no blame.
this is strictly an act by my own brain...
a beautiful misplay
on how to live
your smile is my crown of thornes