"bettah" poems
yo, buddy...
dere's a secret to dis.
First of all,
a good, sturdy bed
of veggies;
carrots, onion, celery
chopped up fine.
Take your time
preparin' 'em.
Start a slow, steady heat.
It softens 'em up.
Now, dose tomatahs.
Y'gotta put your hands on 'em, see?
Firm, ripe globes
is what you're after.
Peel da covers off 'em,
and work 'em gently.
Get your hands right in dere.
Y'should have
a little moisture there by now.
Now, just keep da heat on low
and let things simmer for a bit.
Here's where you add your spice,
whatever floats your boat.
As mild or as hot as you like.
Whatever you do,
keep stirring now.
There may be a little foam
around da edges;
not to worry.
Just lower da heat a little,
so she doesn't boil too quick.
Now, be patient.
If you can let 'er cook for an hour,
dat's good.
Da longer, da bettah.
Soon, da smell
will be everywhere.
Lean in close and get a taste.
A little more spice
at da end, and
BAM!!!
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
Here come the hound dogs
Sniffing out their prey
Don’t you have something better to do
My emotions is not for play!
I don’t got time for this **** not today!
I shoot bullets from my mouth
And watch the blood splatter on your face
I’m not for games today
I will warn you with grace
But keep antagonizing me
And I’ll bring war into your space
You bettah start praying for gods grace
Because I shoot bullets from my mouth
Into your heart
And watch the blood splatter on your face
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC