Over the mooon

12:

Over the moon

Walking on air

Look at all the Karen’s

I just can’t care

 

I’m always right

And always ready

I always rhyme

The rhythms steady

Now it is time

Get rid of any

Prejudice

We’re Satan nemesis.

 

I’m mindful

and my minds full

Of peace joy and love

Boxers full of leeches

Selling blood to George Soros this evening

Invested in Theranos because I’m bad at seeing

Past the hype sometimes

Pass the ganja guy

Man my tonsils like

The sensemillia smoke

And all my bills have coke

Residue, it’s no fucking joke

And I ain’t no jokers

But batgirl? I’d poke her

And rope her

Up in my truck…

Oh nevermind my wits are fucked

 

 

 

Over the moon

Walking on air

Look at all the Karen’s

I just can’t care

 

I’m always right

And always ready

I always rhyme

The rhythms steady

Now it is time

Get rid of any

Prejudice

We’re Satan nemesis.

 

——I walk like an Egyptian and talk myself outta evictions and all of my descriptions on weave street are true. Let’s go to the moon.

 

 

let me raw dog and birth until I raw dog the earth and for what it’s worth I’m so raw, dog, it hurts. I could flirt off your shirt

 

my rhyme pockets strain your eye sockets

i stole your boat-the tide docked it, i wrote a note my aunt got it it said I wanted to poke

 

my prose is a rose that grows when it blows and my flows glow even when I rhyyyyymeee slow.