Natural born poet,
my soul feels it and my mind holds it.
I once thought I sold it to some non believing soul for a Malboro,
light it up.
Watch me huff and puff and blow myself down.
I inhale not for sale,
then I secondly pass it around.
Ooooo babe I'm not saved,
so let me twist your mind in knots,
caught as a child getting filed on complaint,
poor them trusting a rebel who fools with the role of a saint.
Paint my mind colors,
like a rainbow,
let us mingle and mangle,
saying "Yes sir" and "Thank you ma'am"
damn this is fun,
throw some money and watch them come,
shoot a gun and see them run.
Stunned are they that I don't pick bouques,
unless it's off some assholes driveway who wanted to do me the passing day.
I have rocked the cradle,
can you tell I'm not stabled?
I'm so fatel.
You think?
I'd exhale smoke in your face then playfully wink,
my life stinks.
I need some kind of low class shrink,
can't pay much,
such things as money ain't my luck.
Aww man suck me,
bite me,
you wanna fight me?
Hmmm let me see,
how much to give you the rush of beating me?
Crazy is how it might sound,
this is my brain,
my thoughts never calm down,
so man blow it.
Natural born poet.
~ Darlene
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