Down In Memphis

This poem came about by a discussion at work describing a memphis burger and a classic one. I told someone they flowed together and they didn't believe me so I wrote this: I went down to memphis There was this, classic chick With them hips, and red lipstick A kiss so delicious that I promised to this miss I would not dissapear But I was dishonest, I thought I made it clear That this situation between the two of us Was not serious But she was delrious Became so furious that That month she had two periods It only takes one to end my sentence 25 to life, Im not doin the time on that sentence Doesn't matter if she gets me presents Don't care if she gets madder that I am not present, yet she gets sadder cause she still feels my presence It wont be pleasant, if she doesnt let me leave peacefully So I packed my things in the middle of the night Took off asap so she couldn't pick a fight Flew right back to my little house on the right Split so fast like Kim Kardash was my wife Realized that I just dodged a couple of knifes It seems whack, But I just had to run and hide This commital thing isnt for me I am brittle, I crack too easily Got to be careful cause I need Room to wiggle cant be Strangled or tied down, I know It'll come back around Hurt triple the times when karma Shoots me down from the sky So for right now, sayonara, beddy bye Nice to know ya, good night