Thanks don’t buy bread
Sorry ain’t going to
get me high. Let my
friends alone you want
Me off your sidewalk.
My heart is black as
your espresso.
I want to rise above
the Metro’s airflow. You
can eat your
ticket to a business
class.
I need a soak
The river doesn’t
need oil from
your pleasure boat.
Hell might be
Colder than
my butt on the
ground this
winter. Wrap
Yourself in velvet
inside the walnut
coffin. It might
smooth
the bumps along
the asphalt heading
to the cemetery.