Like The Rest

Poetry isn’t an exercise

So I don’t need to sweat it

 

These words are just so sweet

I hope you aren’t a diabetic

 

If you are I’ll just call the paramedics

And when you point fingers

I’ll just say you were the one that said it

 

Don’t bet on it

Everything shifts back and forth

Just like plate tectonics

 

You got it?

I’ll spark like water on electronics

 

All these sweet rhymes, yes I can see you eat it

You’re downing them the second it’s out like a hypoglycemic

 

Spit it back up like a bulimic

Here's a Kleenex

 

That’s what happens when you mess with the best

You get kicked down and destroyed like the rest

 

The End

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