I saw the tree yesterday
and it told me that your poetry was wack
that you couldn’t even attack a sack
full of thumbtacks cause you’re too
scared of having a boo boo
your poetry is doo doo while my
poetry can attract any guy or girl
no it’s not a lie why would I ever lie?
When my hair is starting to curl that’s
when you know the fire is starting to burn–
Yo, keep it going. Please.