Poetry
Self-interest
Entitlement
Title Fight
Fighting Rights
Dining light
And finger ******* away feelings.
I wanted to make that stuff that’d rhyme
Only to realize I’ve yet to mime
And find time
To reference the Power Rangers in a piece.
Nobody does that.
Why did I do that?
Whobody does what?
Whybody does who?
What the **** am I?
Who the **** are you?
Language, Mr. Clement, language.
Reign that tongue in before I stick it to a frozen pole