A pussy nigga will kill you faster than a real
Them babies diapers outweigh the price to kill
Them bullets dropping like bodies off a pill
Can you bottle dew? tugging flower petals at dawn
Nothing was as clean,
sucker suds spuds poke out your lawn
Idaho neck ass, you’re the best if time was acquitted
He did it if he didn’t cause snitching get sniffed then snuffed out in a casket.
Cassette tape play the only rewind in my basket attached to the bike
ride around in your life in and out your mind new trife
Old truth, hold on to what you hate close cause it’ll be sure to leave you
-Rich
About the Creator
RRICH
18 year old practicing poet
A Chore Worth Doing
Begrudgingly, I tromped down the deck stairs. The clomping of my reluctant feet hit each one as I continued to descend. The sound echoed through the silent Saturday morning air. My resolve to do this began to erode until a cool, soothing wind caressed my cheeks. The serene stillness of this quiet morning wrapped me in an envelope of peacefulness. I sighed in relief. Ready to start my least favourite chore, but knew no one else would do it. I grunted in displeasure as I leaned down and coated my brush in paint, then pressed it to the fence. Finally done procrastinating, I began, and I allowed muscle memory to take over.
By Donna Fox (HKB)about 10 hours ago in Poets
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