Commendable atrocities
Suspensible Apostrophes
Divisible prophecies
How can I compromise
when you’ve been compromised?
Still my rhymes are unheard of
Like seeing from the unseen
Removed screens
Renewed scenes
of when I met a friend
Who turned me into a meta friend
She was my elixir
My fixer
My Sunday night at a mixer
I know I know her
But nobody comes to mind
Had to drop dead gorgeous
cause I couldn’t get to you
Hoping my gesture went over well
That the love we have will swell
God forbid this leads to
Fumbled admissions
Sunset provisions
Construed Conditions
Or Exuberant Ambitions
’cause the way I see it…
“When is the next meal?”
Is a ‘verse away from
Winning the next mil’.
