If you got an issue with curse words in poems…

Maybe you just old.

You want to white wash my language?
Well, If I might be so bold…

Fuck you! Shit shit shit shit and a bitch for good form

I been talking like this since the day I was born.

Let’s get real here:
How many you old white poets
Do this shit to get laid?
Difference between you and me?
My shit works…

Whatchu gonna do? Use your old man, dirty prose to woo some young broad? Maybe see if you can massage her back? You gonna bring over some fine red vintage and lecture her about your Wegmans bought cheeses?

Don’t get holier than thou with me, cuz. Your game just as transparent as any other bloke, caught window shopping in the red light district.

So here’s what’s what. Let’s have us a haiku off. Imma start:

Miss me on the street
Or I will lay your ass out
And write about it