I ain't got nothing to do
sep't sit here writing to you
so that's what I'm gong to do
until these fingers turn blue
blood no longer get through
so many fear the worse is coming
but the worse already happened
waiting for you to tap in
it's not the time to tap out
turning your home into
a trap house use your platform
to stand on like soapbox
or milk carton elevate
the mind state turn off
the phone and vibrate
did you open two gifts
today did you see the sun
under attack but didn't run
away living in different time
different day rich soil
is where Poet's play