Poetry

Morning Flow

I’m eating Cheerios, hoe
I’m in a cheery ol’ mood

I think I’m THAT dude

The party and the heart of it

Smashing thru an artifice

I fought so many niggas
I can write a book
called The Art of Fists

My craft is nice, my art is hip

Kill a mothafucker in a poem
And title it
The Art of Bitch

Then they’ll label me a heartless kid

You’re damn right I’m the type
To start some shit

Why the hell not?

In a way I’m like a bird
Because I’m shitting from up top

Plop!

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