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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