Poetry

Parkinson’s

I shake my junk like a skunk gone hyper
Welcome to 6 Flags, bitch. Get on the Viper
I am the telephone typer
Big hair like Mel Kiper
You a biter, biting my rhymes plenty times
I got plenty lines, so the needy I can feed em
My rhymes are absolute freedom
That’s why I jot em
I think my dick is like Gotham
And my ass is like the Joker
I think I want to poke her and stroke her
A fat twat walking
I’m stalking? No, I’m just talking
Miscellaneously
This morning I think I had a crazy ass dream
But I can’t remember it now
I forgot to jot it in my dream journal
Welcome to the inferno of literature
Top dollar is the expenditure
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