Lil mama in a Q50 infinity
Known to handle drama
Pulls up any vicinity
know a broad in a Amg
we hit the drive through theater
And we blow on trees
I know a hottie in a Beamer
She fiends for the d
Trying to have my baby
in a swooped up m3
Another shorty in a Tesla
Always smoking gas
Pulls up just to charge up
We loving in the back
Now I’m in a jag
This chick loves to brag
Ratchet ass hell
She ain’t got no class
Mama in a v dub
Fly mamasita
Use to be my dealer
Now she on flea
Cruising in a cooper
I’m with a fine cougar
Taught me a couple lessons
I call her my tutor
Freaky ass shorty in a
Honda accord
Open 24 she use to take me to store
If you see me in a corvette
You know she a war vet
Every time she pulls up
She meets me at my door step
I’m in a nine eleven
Clutching on her thighs
Mashing like the dash board
She texting with her man
Big body hellcat
But shorty was petite
Lets me take the steering wheel
While she gets in fleek
Lifted I’m in a tundra
A dike mutha lover
She pulls on all the females
I’m with her in the summer
There once was a guy who crafted a poem;
it’s possible that you might even know him.
It seems that he had a way with the verse;
he wasn’t the best, but he wasn’t the worst.
They’d come in a flurry, the bad and the good;
he’d try to transcribe them as fast as he could.
Inevitably, there’d be a cessation;
it seems his muse would go on vacation.
It was times like these, when the words weren’t flowing,
he decided to try his hand at rowing.
With a handle and chain instead of an oar,
he got in good shape and built up his core.
With thousands of others, he entered a race,
and managed to snag an age group first place.
He thought maybe then that he might see his muse;
the subject of rowing perhaps could be used.
Return of the linguist: on fire, on fleek!
Alas, but instead, just the paddle-less creek.
Now bound and determined to settle a score,
he’s sulking and sculling towards some distant shore.
Social media on fleek
Prolific likes and praise we seek
Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night
A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light
Social distancing is now a central theme
Incomplete sentences, text messages, and mindless memes
Faces covered, calling all to join the masquerade
Only weary eyes of confusion while a life of exuberance abade
Mumbling music signifies obfuscating thoughts
Shiftless artistry made popular, creativity not wrought
Stored seeds in Svalbard
No questions or concerns yet humanness is being marred
Food shortage hovering over us
Monsanto disguised as Bayer but still no justice
Delta variant in the air
5G and fear emitting everywhere
Take the 'Jab'! Come on and indoctrinate
Don't be an outcast; participate
Hitting more 'LOUD' and becoming more quiet
Desensitized from voices of inspiration when instead there should be a riot
Smart devices in hand appear cool
Stooped over postures and slanted information, what a fool!
Vibrations so highly enticed
Welcome to zeitgeist
Gleaming gadgets galore...
Aquarius is speaking new lore.
Drive-thru getting longer
Hunger pains growing stronger
Pleasurable engagements and easing pain on fleek
Mindless stimuli and opioids we seek
Civil unrest amid quarantine
Masks coming off, no buffers between
Loud is getting louder
Apathy growing dour
Watermelons without seeds in abundance
DNA heisting and genetic gold cumbrance
My vision is crystal clear
2020: a year of fear
I'm locked in
True to the end
Tunnel vision on Fleek
To my foes, idleness, I bequeath
An oak tree standing
not moving, glorious goals I'm demanding
The sun in my soul burns
Sweet dreams, my heart yearns
Aspiring to beautiful heights
Not meditating on memes, ready to take flight
Practicing social distancing but not because of COVID
Frying fish and making doughnuts 'cause indolence is outmoded
I'm stubborn about my dreams because they're mine
We all have 24, and I ain't playing with 'Father Time.'
I'm unwavering in my goals
Failure to plan will certainly invite woes
I'm unyielding about my life
To live frivolously is like dancing with strife
I'm just a stubborn creature
And my industriousness is my best feature
Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Mrs D, girls on fleek, cluckada clucking, their bountiful asses
Not pushing out eggs, I’ll tell the bae’s their busted
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Don’t get me started bout Bungey
Stupidest dog, digs holes, thinks he’s a rabbit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder yeah
Oi!, don’t leave me hanging here at the window
I’m puffed up, moonwalking, strutting my stuff
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Morning Mr, Mrs Mac you were asleep, while I was bringing it
What's that?, racket? suns bit extra this morning, yeah it's well lit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Ya going down the Orchard? see the Chicks crib?, yesss lets burn the roof
Hmmm, the local café might sell apple flavoured lattes
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Entered in the Personification contest
Placed 6th
The Rooster, written 14/07/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The design of lines wrapping her life,
Architecture revealing her past,
Expose the pain she’s walked alone,
Expose the trouble she’s danced,
And she’s tried to hide, tried to smile,
Tried to bake off to fleek,
Tried to cover all she’s become,
To avoid the social critique,
But I see through her jagged bedrock,
Holding her emotional trust,
And love every line, straight or zigzagged,
Staining her bones like a rust,
And nurture the scars of her love and her hurt,
The scars from over the years,
I love and hold tight all the scars she now owns,
They show the real woman she is.
Akuchi is a teacher,
She's a slay mama.
Bintu is a banker,
She's a slay mama.
Tolani is a trader,
She's a slay mama.
So is Preye,the young woman
who lives by the waterside.
She's a college student.
These mamas share similiar routines;
Inner linings,check.....
Hair,check....
Nails,check....
Clothes, check....
Shoes,check......
Reasoning,attitude, hard work,
Check,check,check.....
These are women ever on fleek.
Instagram knows them,no doubt.
They make the clock of twitter click.
In the society,
they are forces to be reckoned with.
Of a truth,the true slay mamas.
Everyone’s a snowflake no need to ask “how come”
Everyone is a snowflake, but you are my favorite one.
They are so unique and rather fleek every design looks so fine.
They are so unique and can't critique,
compared to you cannot beat.
Nor can they compete with what it is I seek, For you make me complete.
Much like a snowflake making me blue, I wish you knew.
Bravery is expensive...you're brilliant, bae, on fleek
Admirable you found me attractive - let go and let live
Eh, arrogance ain't in my blood, but humility from on high
When you think you heard it all
Oh contraire
Its only the beginning
If I must say
So deceiving
The way things look
I believe nothing
Not even in a book
What's real
Anymore
People lie so good
Truth hurts
But words are misunderstood
The world is getting better
Or is it worse
My kids will know this story
But first I must rehearse
It becomes so unique
Then its not
You hear words like fleek
Then you tie the knot
Who made this up
You ain't hot
Mediocre things
The game will never change
You write in history
It remains the same
You think you made new
But truly
Its just old news
When you think you heard it all
Oh contraire
Its only the beginning
If I must say
So deceiving
The way things look
I believe nothing
Not even in a book
What's real
Anymore
People lie so good
Truth hurts
But words are misunderstood
The world is getting better
Or is it worse
My kids will know this story
But first I must rehearse
It becomes so unique
Then its not
You hear words like fleek
Then you tie the knot
Who made this up
You ain't hot
Mediocre things
The game will never change
You write in history
It remains the same
You think you made new
But truly
Its just old news
When you think you heard it all
Oh contraire
Its only the beginning
If I must say
So deceiving
The way things look
I believe nothing
Not even in a book
What's real
Anymore
People lie so good
Truth hurts
But words are misunderstood
The world is getting better
Or is it worse
My kids will know this story
But first I must rehearse
It becomes so unique
Then its not
You hear words like fleek
Then you tie the knot
Who made this up
You ain't hot
Mediocre things
The game will never change
You write in history
It remains the same
You think you made new
But truly
Its just old news
When you think you heard it all
Oh contraire
Its only the beginning
If I must say
So deceiving
The way things look
I believe nothing
Not even in a book
What's real
Anymore
People lie so good
Truth hurts
But words are misunderstood
The world is getting better
Or is it worse
My kids will know this story
But first I must rehearse
It becomes so unique
Then its not
You hear words like fleek
Then you tie the knot
Who made this up
You ain't hot
Mediocre things
The game will never change
You write in history
It remains the same
You think you made new
But truly
Its just old news
*if you are not 18, do not read it please??? Thanks buddy!*
Choosing not to have sex
Even though I lost my virginity already as it is
Living life, celebrating my celibate lifestyle...sex before marriage is a sin from beginnin' to end
I am not a player or a **** and don't say I'm one of those or something along those lines
Bright as the sun because I'm positively sure I'm HIV negative, so who gives a moose's poo
Ambarrasst to say the least...I did have it before marriage, but I'm orally talented...no dread added...I give head to my one and only lovahhhh
Tripping on sweets, tripping on slaying on fleek...I'm a jerk, nerd and a geek - I seek attention with my gratitude attitude
Every Time we decide to go to McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, Sam's Club, Tam's Burgers, Carl's Jr., Louisiana Fried Chicken (Pop Eyes), or wherever the hell we go to, we stick near each other's side, for I abide by your side and subside from everyone else's side...for I'm devoted to you! I'm faithful, I say it's true! I love you forever, though my future's a mighty blurrrrrrrr - so unsure, but celebrate the fact that I'm turning celibate for the one true love that I might be thinkin' of
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