When asked to define a bahonkus
Noggins were scratched all about us.
15 before eight
with hungers to sate
Look: Twitterpates on a plate
Dang they're long ones!

Lawd how do we learn
the best way to burn
all these habits and nasty dry spells?
Sometimes it's the ****
from that funny gray bird
'mindin' us He's the Giver
oh well.

See that's the way the mop flops.
Yeah well ain't that some chit.
Every day has a curse and a blessing.
We be hopin' for Grace
to save us some face
and avoid seein' what we be missing.

I don't have a dog in that there **** race.
See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'.
So the dogs chased their tails
while the pigs shat the mail
makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.

I can count the fingers the years the smiles the toes.
The babies, the children, teenagers with woes.
Can’t count on a man, don’t think he exists
Lecture me about dating I bring up my fists.
No safety net, no family home
had to learn how to fight, short of breaking my bones
Yeah I can count,
down but not out
ignoring the ref
conveniently deaf
I crawl, sweatin’ with blood
to the ropes set for stun
I grab for the cords
finding little for fun
Ref sets me straight
my opponent’s not done.
So I get my *** up
starting at one.

The crows laugh at us, you know
We bundle
And trundle
Dreading the day
And the skin-freezing wind.
They glide
Courting sky
Scoffing earth
Riding on windy chill
And laughing.
They risk the freeze
To dance with ease –
And we tuck our heads down
Baiting wind with frown.
Avoiding the kiss
That holds hands
With risk.
Believing endurance
Our only insurance
If only we’d look
To the sky.