"reniggs" poems
A pack of them.
Light reflecting off of the black of them.
Might have missed my smile,
I was seated to the backs of them.
No reniggs.
No cuts.
I have nothing but two hands
of snaps for them.
If there was a mic,
I would rap for them.
But,
tonight is jazz night.
So,
I tip the band extra
then
toe tap for them.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 7:49 PM UTC