Tall ships,
walls hint flaws
in-laws hid
Pussy no bid
Just thee
Two-kids
Outta high school
Flying Goose-eggs
have two babies y’all
three more stalled
Hustle tree, truth be, two fed
Bustin free? third eye caught stink-web.
Mom called cold, pitchin TV Guide’s crock
Paternal paints school walls
Goyishe, low-stock,
Pops straight milk-sop,
did time though, so-props.
I did battery in-home, bracelet.
POPS DID LIKE 4 MONTHS IN STATE
I never, like-that, faced shit.
PROPS, AND FUCK ‘EM
I’m off the block-weak sauce by the pail
Micro-character made of chip-steak,
a 12th grade retro-spade fail,
dug deep
not far, just far back in time
Wind the clock till it breaks,
blame never-never land
for lost mind.