PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Nothing exciting about this read just me

pushing keys; if this was a typewritter

It'll run out of ink three times through out

the night (that's when I create my most

prolific writings)

Yesterday you should've heard me flow

the illest rhymes I ever spoke, "For Reals!"

ask my homeboy Bernardo, he was the

ONLY one there who witness my three

minute rhyme, it felt like five...

"Man I ain't no MC but I did Spitz Da

realest shit I EVER SPOKE!"

Best believe there was smoke in the air;

now decide whether this is tale of random

adventures like I'm at the gas station

about to exit all of sudden my boy Bernie

pulls up in his truck, "Que onda guey, pinche

Sergio, mi hermano," he says to me.

"Que tal pues?" I answered.

"Meet me at the park down the street, para

que you know un (wink)"

(The beginning sentences happened after

the second stanza of this marvelous write I

just started writing right now, it's my writing

sessions I give myself. Interesting!)