How can I keep it up?
Like how does it stay the sky?
Not Folgers in my cup
That's gravity doing the job like pie
Filling my tooth
See that DJ in his booth
Mixing on the fly
Like the coolest tie dye
Like him I chop chop
And blend never stop
This is the recipe
That will never be
Written down
As I flip upside your frown
There's a message
Hidden on the edge
Of every line
On which I dine
Take the bone
And make stew
This skill I hone
Is only enjoyed by a select few...
© okpoet