No Soup For You
Sorry, yo
There's no more soup for you
You got here too late,
the soup kitchen is closed after 2
Shouldna' been running your mouth,
made you lose track of time
Shouldna' been spewing the hate,
but missing a meal ain't a crime
Get your priorities in order, comrade,
get with the fellowship program
I'm afraid I had to color your language bad,
here's a bowl of empty poetry slam
So sorry, chump
There's no soup for you
Everybody done gone, everybody done ate
Guess you still got to get your grub on,
so put your plastic words on this empty paper plate
Have a seat on the curb outside,
hang your pen like a poetry mannequin
Tomorrow is always a new day,
unless yesterday is where you're living in
Sorry to have to tell you this,
but there's no more soup for you ...
at least not today anyway
And read the sign next time:
Haters don't get any soup, they only get the hard shoo
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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