A Little Dab Will Do (Poem)

A little dab will do

That’s what we all say
Til that little dab is through

No time for horse play

As we go off to the races
Which one will come first?

The high I desire?
Or my face in the dirt?

Which place I deserve?

When the first is the last
And the last is the first

When the high is so low
That the low is unearthed
And I can’t seem to come back…

What would I come back for?

Same shit
Different toilet
Hold the air fresher

I’m bout to fly for sure

Cuz that little dab will do…
Til that little dab is through