I drops

I have more to write about

more to recite about

if i live longer

I'll have more to fight about

right or wrong about

if its in too deep

I say pull it out

what lies beneath seek it out

if its sexy freak it out

I need more to shout about

to get loud about

no sellin out

nonsense cut it out

Novocain blocks the pain
 

Fluoride causes migraines
 

Look it up I'm not insane

poetry is everything

a child on a swing

a stolen wedding ring

everything that shines and blings

songs we hear that makes us sing

annoyance that makes us swing

Gangstas and ghetto queens

french fries or onion rings

open mic night

recite night

I write