“Seventy-something Old Lady”
Behind slap with both palms Biggie Smalls there
like thought you was keeping food in your cheeks
I’ll tell you why they don’t, lie and say fools care
their breathe and my ass, stink of me
Not the hunch back, just keep my boobs in my socks
old men don’t love that
Balls bigger than their brain, stop!
Reverse the last line because you got style
Are you as mixed up, crying
when someone else becomes hostile?
hand on an erect dick, other an oar
Where you rowing?
In circles but beware of shapeshifters
they’d have come back contradicting themselves in new poems
Ricky can get pussy, don’t need to front and write about it constantly
Into a state of “yeah, wrong, moron” is where their facts took me
Bless the young, comments of gullibility is what they’re offering
It’s just as bad to tell someone a white lie
that’s giving the world just as much imbalance
but be honest, continue to walk a fine line