Saturday, June 14, 2014


Biodegradable Sketch

So I've won these awards
published more shit than you've read
my obit outranks yours
on BloviaFutures.ded

Born on the street
in a moldy old crack
no Dr. helped Mom
wheels gave me the smack

I learned to be hard
I learned to be cool
I spent all I had
in yore momma's gene pool

This poem ain't long
but it couldn't be shorter
I stop when the muse
tells me I orter

I wear all these chains
I drink all that stuff
short as like is
Enough is enough

Don't call my phone
Email or text
I'm laying down rhymes
this world or the next

5-minute poem, no editing.

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