I heard a poem
Can you believe-
A political poem about
Got damn Krispy Kreme!
I sit here on my fat ass
Wishin I had
Two Devil’s food donuts
Maybe a sour crème one too
OOH! One of those crème filled!
Writing sorry ass poetry about love
Not knowing about the struggle
Just complainin about how
I love
And lost
And loved again
And lost
And lost
And loved
Him, him & him
My only struggle is if I have
Enough time in my week to spend time
With ALL of them
My shallow poems
About sex and how sad I was
When my ex left me
Boo fuckin hoo
I can’t find the words
To write about the political
Or communal problems I face daily
Or throughout my life
There are none
I am a non-voter
A suburban urban white girl
With a love
For hip hop but can rarely relate
Directly
I can make it my own
But it aint about me
Me
Me
Me
I probably could write about the president
But it would probably go like this
I’m in love
And this man loves me too
He strokes my head when we’re together
And he kisses me when I’m through
I’m under his desk
In a new blue dress
He’s on the phone with Sadaam
And I’m relieving his stress
His cigar smoke
Aromatically fills the air
I feel his pulse quicken
Just watch my hair!!
I don’t know the struggle
Looking at Krispy Kreme
Politically
I do think it’s out to get me
Fat
Diabetic
Because a motha fucker like me
Can’t say no to a fresh & hot glazed
Round thing on an early Sunday morning
SO I suppose I will
Save myself the
Embarrassment
Avoid looking like a fool
And I’ll just write
My emotional
Bullshit
So you can think to yourself
This shallow poet
Needs to slow her roll
Mmmm! Does Krispy Kreme sell jellyrolls?