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Tea leaves and coffee beans brewed collectively, serving ‘em, tellin’ stories
Travelling to Queens to skip rocks off Brooklyn on shores of Long Islands
End zone dancing, lacking inborn rhythmic enhancement, spazzing fantastic
Off key pop-locking, doing the “Dougie” really ugly, smelly cabbage patching
A snapback to commemorate applause, as the crowd, cold yawns, halitosis(ing)
Digging up dirt, to shine that light, on those scared of Highlights, streaking tears
Plugging in to do Mic check, by standing at attention for moments of silence, heard
Violence is dished out by stares, causing tears to determine who really cares for words
HOurs was taken in a minute, stolen right in front of eyes witnessin’, watching a throne
Finessing the expression by blankly staring, like Pootie Tang, Cappatown(ing), Sa Da Tay?
Howling at the moon view, as kitty cats respond in kind by purring clues, getting ‘likes’ too!
This is how I characterize my style of lines, pulled out of a mind affected by poetry……
