Relax
Relax;
Rather block up the ass;
Gather the Self and watch;
Let me talk my mind,
Cus’ I don’t mind,
I’m really mine!
Jesus came, and was thirsty,
And even died at thirty;
Never couldn’t buy a bugatti,
But is hailed, even at the pulpit!
You know, he’s got the truth;
This is the only proof
That he is not a woof
To bring out any woo!
Are you ready to boo?
And make a choice and choose
What could be in the little books?
Just jump out and get the shoes,
Let’s check out and get it through
The Storm of the Martians
Of the Peaking Pikin Serials!
… Just Google this; try
Prancing Poems & Poetry.
Copyright © Pikin Amerasb | Year Posted 2017
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