CHECKMATE

April 6th
#6
CHECKMATE

A pimp shrimp prawn spawn
spewed upon plans drawn and everything wrong
a sprung tongue drowning into the founding
Bling Kings singin' upon a pawn shop pounding
bringing an unforseen uniform scene to the scheme
screaming from the pom-pom prom queen
forever at the never-seen shards
of the shattered and scattered display of cards
Stabbing at another brother
with an unaware stare to pay your fair share
of the seafood I see and saw that you ate
licking the juice of dead fish from your plate
You say you forgot your wallet and credit card
but I'm still playing and staying to call you out hard
sittin' tight with the empty wish dish of fate
watching you write out a mutha fuckin' check, mate