She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

We made a set But we can’t check Until we get A springy (blank)

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

I don’t know what it means to have A lover in my life I don’t know what it’s like to tas… Their sugar and their spice I don’t know how to give and take

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

Be... Fun loving Hard working Compassionate And ruthless

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love