I use poetry to please her
Food to feed her
And sometimes I eat her

I gotta write that down
**** that’s a good line.

Splittin’ rhymes in time
And I can’t flow off seconds

I need another break to catch
My own thoughts… and put them on paper

I imagine birds trying to fly
But you catch them by the tail
And slam them on their faces

Their corpse limp in the bitter
Embrace of your fingertips
Then you put them on that sheet
Of lined paper

Like the stuff you wrote on
In grade school

Pretty it up a bit.
Draw some lines on it.
Put a bird on it
You got art
But  do you got poetry?

Give me praise
Give me money
Give me power
******* it all.

I mean it.