Say whut now. Kung pow

Naturally actually happily to… skip to my loo

All the way to the loony bin

With my new found friend imaginary twin

Never met but was there from the begin

Henceforth Im back to the latter

As choco lit chips get me fit-fat of the land fatter

No matter

I just dip drop endulge in rhyme form

The only thing Im on is the coffee bean

No coffee with cream. I like it black so Im back in action

Just walked in slushy snow with no traction

Amidst the lost and confused

But I find myself when Im out its a muse

The city is music to my ears

When you read this? Your the only one who hears

Brain-dead

The b girl t girl it’s me world

Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns

Graff writer, the morning apple biter

Squattathon apple bottom horizontal

Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash

Free as a bird with the fish. eez

Bish please;

People come n go like the train

I run with my wife n son in the rain

Never in vain; kinda broke

Stains on my shirt;

I don’t complain, sip n trip

Go to the skatepark n rip

a concrete wave.

On one; while willy two’d the three.

Imma easter tweakin rabbit;

wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;

bouncin up the aves wit it;

towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;

weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;

joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;

im on one; while willy two’d three;

swinging a jewly piece;

the rhymes like tom.

Foolery.

 

Nina

Hmmmmm….

Drippedy-Drop… Its a wet kinda dey.

Unsure of what to say… She types… anyways….

Its dark n cold…. n cold n dark

She has no new spark to quote; remark.

So…

With an audacity to type exactly what she has to say: Nothing

Type because I have to type and write so its written…

It contacted the lines onto the screen.

What were her means of musing; nothing said: “amusing”.

Perfusing emptiness

Like a doctor sues with no epic pictures

Just stupid rhyme mixture elixer

Flickering light fixture

Or is there?

Unplug cord. EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR…. – Nina

I hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.

Whats the tea?

Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K  or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.

Thats me.

I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.

OFF DA HOOK!

Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.

Really?

Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium

Vegetarian!

I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.

I guess its time I kick ass.

When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!

Hashtag Skunk Weed

I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.

Coffee refill?

I will! Living amoung us. High of psychlobin Fungus. Bum-rush the grocery store.

“GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LUNCH BOX”!

Nina

Poet and you know it.

Color blind with this rubis cube…. Blind color rubis cube cause I’m Dyslexic, shit I best exit left eccentric: peacocking on a see-saw with a cowboy hat “yeeeee-ha!”.

Poet and ya know it. On a silly tip. My tongue slips.

Nina Yin