Saturn Saturdays

I’m bloom to consume more than a few words on this paper to presume/ I pick to pitter patter playing on a plum/ Planning a ploy on a punk as I’m plotting a plan for the plot/ In a tight spot or not my light will burn hot/ I spite a slight stop as I o jot and stay in tip top shape/ Shaping this hip-hop state or shaving my flip flop of hate for my ways/ Skipped and slipped in slop sideways sometimes on Sundays most times Saturdays/ As I’m next to Saturn in a daze/ I host mines to hex who’s in whatever pattern to spatter and phase/ The placid aspects as I inspect man her sass pecks/ With assets to add sets to flesh/ No bad bets or frets to fetch/ Don’t flinch that flash will flex facts/ No regrets in fact in retrospect no more regress or recess in the process/ Just to redirect pushing towards progress and rewards to reword and report/ I’ll import my hymn sport for my sordid assorted words/ That sore did spurt as the pore’s forced to ponder/ In her orange corsage looking for pooriage in her poor triage/ As I’m up a tree gosh / She needs to be free from the pleads to heed/ I didn’t breed a steed but instead I brought a verbal stead from my head/ Seek to keep it protected like PC protection for a mac book that pro tech dude did.