Poetry · Writing

Third Look

Is that all that hate again

just shut your mouth let the start

build up your art

so you can find somethin’ else to thank your lucky stars I have the patience to keep my foot up out it.


That wasn’t mean

just a promise-

mostly to my team

that I won’t shy away diggin’ gold out the stream- damn.


It’s late damnit

now I’m just a magnet

to these rabid rabbits

all they are is some deli bandits dressin’ up as maggots tellin’ the coup it’s a status lyin’ around with these fuckin’ maggots.

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