Somebody tell Tyler the Creator,
I want to write him a rap.
But when he raps it,
I want it to be the first time he reads it.
That way,
The emotional response will be original.

Someday,
You'll bury me alive,
And I won't care,
I'll smile way down into,
The grave.

Excuse me for assuming,
That if I text you 'hi,'
Once in a while,
You'd want to respond.

S T I L L
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Eventually,
I stopped,
noticing the smell,
of burnt,
****.

I wish I was like a star,
And
I
Could
Shine
If
I
Want to.

I trended for five minutes,
Not a single minute more.
And yet those five minutes,
Are the best five minutes,
That I've ever had before.

Oftentimes
I'm the only one
In the way
Of myself

i like raP music,
it makes me feel like theRe are,
famous peOple who understand,
the poems that i pUblish,
even if most are saD.

I don't read poems off the front page,
I read the ones in 'recent.'
Why?
I like looking for new stuff,
And it makes sense that what comes hot off the press,
Cools down soon.
I've seen the popular poets,
But the new ones need some love too.