"skrrrt" poems
WE OUT HIP DEEP IN THESE WAVES
A LIFE CREATOR IN THESE WAVES
PUTTING HER HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL
SHE’S MY OWN SURFER GAL
YES!
HER NECKLACE’S MADE OF SHARK TEETH
AN ANCHOR ON HER LEFT THIGH
HER BLUSHING WHISPER’S IN THE SEASHELLS
PUT BALANCE IN THE POSITIONS
YEA
SHE’S OUT ON TOP OF MY SURFBOARD IN THESE WAVES
SKRRRT
A TSUNAMI FORMING IN THESE WAVES
PEOPLE RUSHIN' TO THE LAND
SHE GON' BE A WASH UP ON THE SAND
SMALL BABY TURTLES FROM THEIR SMALL HOLE
COMING FOR HER RESCUE
COASTS ALL GLO'D UP
OATMEAL COLORED CONSTELLATIONS
SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A BLANK JELLYFISH
HAND IN HAND, GIVE N TAKE
BACK N FORTH, MY LIL MERMAID
COUPLE OF SEAPORTS IN HER HAIR
2 STARFISHES COVERING HER *******
SEAWEED HANGING AROUND HER HIPS
FROM QUAYSIDES WIT THEM WHARFS
TO A LITTLE HUMAN BODY
LAID IN THE SAND
JUST THEM
DRIFTIN
TIDES
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
You be like my tats under my skin, complaining like a ***** because that's exactly where you been, chilling with ******* and you irritating me, got the Ralph Lauren on move, so vicious, doping down with girls who like the swish swish, rolling up my wood, blow an ounce to this as we all should, pull up on you, with brr brrr from in the skrrt skrrrt doing as I do, ***** I been a promo, keep it on the low low but I can't never not be your homie, let's roll up dope go out back and take a smoke, and now you trashass ******* keeping up with me but I'm making no switches, drop top out for burnt out count, but I never make a fuss, ***** I ain't never make a sound, try to never flex out more, you out looking like a clown, you wanna silence me, well good luck with that I'm still to be found, other rappers see me blowing gas as I surpassed you, you see I take that feeling and I cut it through, I'm always on the go, always on the move, and I got the champagne flu, we mix it with the orange juice, pockets so big but can barely hold my brews, taste of mango, lost in the polo, now I'm rolling solo, to you I blow over, never stop the best work working on it 24/7, pimping my fakeass motor, still looking for my heaven, now I guess it's gone, head back to my residence, try find myself out, I'm the counterintelligence, ballin like a laker, like a baker, but I ain't cooking dough, nothing for now but check my flow, can work this like it's nothing, all you ******* can't mess, I'm strawberry fluff'in, have a 1000 ******* and I never bluffing, rocking my shift cos I came from nothing, now I got on the gucci socks in the bathtub, everyone lil bit jeason but that's the thing, you know it's 15 years and that ain't no discussion...
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC