Keeping with the poem theme of the week, here is something I wrote in early 2003.
Twisting words like cotton candy
on a stick
They digest them both
sometimes at the same time
One day my day will come
the bling-bling
Power, sex, respect
Don't you know who I am?
"The Wordman
better than a birdman?"
Listen here
There is something in my stomach
It's going to eat me
Consume me
Control me
I vomit regurgitated thoughts
Puke pink all over your shirt
"If she bails, then it was never meant to be."
If she stays, another victory
For the Wordman
