
The following is a poem I wrote upon asking my followers to give me a word to make a rhyme out of. The word was paucity…
I’m out on my last stint
Doing that shit
That plausibly
Such an atrocity
I never met a fool
Who can do what I do
With audacity
And an apostrophe
I lit a fire up under my ass
And it burns
But it feels so good
Viva la hood