Pain As a Hobby Vii
Waiting every (2) weeks for this paycheck to be direct deposited
Makes the time fly
All the bill collectors got their palms out waiting for their cut
Or we going to have to report you Mr. Moreland to Transunion and the other two bureaus
Not even worth mentioning
I got more month left
Than my money supply
But I still manage to pay my tithes
I know my blessings are raining down
Pressed down, shaken up and running over
Filled to the brim
Read it in Malachi for yourself
Heaven, what I named my daughter after
How she got here was divine
Daddy going to teach you everything you need to know, love
Keep your legs closed
Only open them when I hand you over
And you’ll do fine
Looking at what Harry has in his pot
Breaking myself against God’s final commandment
The lyrics are too hot to touch
Steaming and boiling
I’ll tell you what’s under the pot
You should commend me for not doing what I ought to
I should be quoted more than Shakespeare…Hogwash
O thou Juliet you didn’t make it into Juilliard
I’m a wizard don’t need an apprentice
I make fools disappear
Foolish to think you can get rid of me
I’m going to haunt you when I’m gone
This magic potion I’m brewing is like a ransom note if I don’t return.
O, Tavarus I’m done with you
I can take my own eyes out and look at myself
I’m going by Morriel, my middle name now
You keep doing it again
I’m in my lane and it’s my highway you’re driving on
So pay me $1.00 everytime you pass by
Call me a non-dotter I run over periods
The sentences can’t hold me
I’m transforming the English language
Maximums can’t save you
Poof, est alle
Copyright © Tavarus M. Moreland | Year Posted 2010
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