Call 911 just hit some hemlock
Fell to the bottom on a pile of rocks
Where are my shoes
There’s a hole in my sock
Knuckled up ready to box
Hemmed up in a headlock
Suspended by my dreadlocks
Moving through tree’s like a predator
This is poetry Don’t need an editor
Spitting 90 miles an hour
A pen in hand too much power
BK 440 Pentel Whoa!
Glide through this flow
Like I pick through an afro
I’m baffled
Holding a ticket
When is the raffle
Fingers locked can’t let go
Colorful words
Like a reading rainbow
A dance of passion like tango
Old fashion like a kango
I’m in a Matrix
Where’s the oracle
No mark is needed it’s rhetorical
I need me an upper
From down below
Roto Rooter
Unblock my flow
Knock on my neighbor’s door
Borrow a cup of Liquid Plumber
Some Drano
Unclog my braino
Medicate my paino
Dont blame me
This flow is sick