Poetry

Multi-faceted Rhythms

My knowledge
I did not get in college
I got it via
Reasoning in the dark
Cheaa!
By my lonesome
Call me The Lone One
I own so many guns
I can start a well regulated militia
If I diss ya, Patricia
You gotta see the truth in it
I was born with the gift
And I know what to do with
I dance and my moves is sick
Sick little dance when I prance with no pants
I told yo bitch suck my dick
Because I knew what would happen in advance

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