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

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