spit

Currency

Currency

Still Cudling

Hot Coffee

What red in the morning paper

Pew kneel right before her

 

Currecy

The Empire Strike comes back

Who's gonna pay for all those white suits

Whitless star

Fading away

 

Currency

A sparrow drops a dime

Into vending machine crime

Will you wake like me?

To Sting a crazed babe?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Life Meal

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Yea they say life is like a dish that we all should enjoy ; others take there time while other take time to destroy ; making little of what they barely got & not savoring the joy ; but rather ; they spend da hours ina day wasting & throwin it away ; fast living the good moments & there mistakes on replay; like dam that's the type of shit that just gets me annoyed ; watching ppls play with there food like if its a god dam toy ; & dam mines is far from a happy meal but i let nothin go to waste ; thanking god for this blessed food as i say grace ; cuz I tasted defeat but i aint never ate it ; so I swallow the pride as i throw out the hatred ; cuz life is a dish best served hot so why belate it ; & when the the day comes when ur full of life ; don't forget to open ur mouth and spit .

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The theme is food ; comparing life as if it was food

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Poetic Nerve

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i spit flames and burn the words // & I could care less if my poetry is heard // man cuz I continue to write only to feed this passion to my nerves // yea life was going my way but then I got curved // so ever since that day I found it hard enough to pray // feeling betrayed I delayed my holy thoughts that weighed // & began to start writing every single day // so I guess that's the short version of how I started writin // & now that u know my motivation don't chu ever accuse me of bittin -_____-

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Little Girls That Talk Shit ~ !

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You jus words to me // trying sting me with ur words like u sum bonchicheta bee // bitch grow up // u see how dat make u look // I eat ur words gargle dem up & spit dem on my notebook // da most u cud do is be annoying to my ear // becuz to it ur jus dat bitch no one wants to hear // so disappear as I cheer with tear & become a imagineer wen ur ass is in yesteryear // u aint no engineer // so stop trying to switch my gear // bitch give up // pull up to da rear // b4 I kill a wild deer // but then again u nothing but a queer reindeer // u need to understand dis a new frontier // so bow down to a cavalier // da king // that pioneer // now I ain't da type of niqqa to disrespect a female // but u gone to far to step on my third rail // so from a hammer to a nail // ur jus a snail on my trial // a quail to a whale // jus another downscale fairytale // drink dat hateraid as I drink from my holy Grail // & watch as u start to unveil into an epic fail // now go on ur knees & kiss my toenail :)

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem was directed towards this immature girl that started problems ; but its resolved now

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