Assault

Poets say they know me They say they relate To the way my trials be Writers let go of me Picture a line of coke Now blow me Can’t afford to be A premium member At a distance Stands this Virgo Of September Last week I got beat down By the police That’s alright I got loving From his folks, his niece Jakes, respond to T.D. And that white dude On T.V. Rich kids Want to be me Children it ain’t easy I’m no longer human Seeing what you got I got nothing Typing but I’m fuming Time to commit Working on a bank robbery Because I’m desperate I’m a student I study the way Mother was raped With her legs spread It shouldn’t be this hard To try to better oneself A message From the bar’d To the scar’d I’m the last one left Poets They say they know me Starving Writers let go of me Suffering The champagne of poetry Blow me