putting my cards on the table
revealing a hidden agenda
far from a angel
still, somewhere back there, are a few feathers
that allow me to dangle
where it's worse, to make it all better
not a complainer, well versed, at abstaining from poor weather
forever, dedicated to prominence & what works
i'm so much more than a flirt; however, compliments never hurt
i rather you blush, or smile, or lift up your skirt
than cuss, & cry, & kick in the dirt
fuss about life, like why the shit doesn't work
it sucks sometimes right; though a negative mind
hinders its birth, to emerge into a diamond
or something that's worth, more than you & i
bottom line, you can't see through closed curtains
being blind, & those serpents
will lead you over bridges, then burn'em
nah, i'm not religious; i'm learning, through my scriptures
i've learned hymns
& sort of working on forgiveness, & serving Him
...& always saluting her
with praises & accolades
you'd be amazed what compliments do for her
sometimes it's the equivalent
of what the dominicans & asians do for her
the transformation, is crazy, damn near nuclear
cloud 9's cool, still, i rather you be on jupiter
so you can tell, whoever you tell
that this dude got you acting stupider
than them fools, that never passed in school
this is passion brewed
stewed & simmered; delivered on a spoon
to wet your palate & make you drool
& keep you smiling & awaken you
...damn this pen, & what i make it do.
a few feathers
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