physique

Tue, 12/19/2017 - 06:43 -- Reub

wanna run over that body

star formations in the lobby

play with ya like a hobby

really test that physique

sign that shit to the que

rolling one for me and one for you

kill this shit until we high

kill ya insides until goodbye

work overtime just to look fly 

aint worried about the money

chill out the moans and groans 

sip it up like white tea 

give it back for cold feet

with my heartbeat on my sleeve 

down that girl called monique

polatic in with the freaks

labour force like corbyn

ccoooorrr damn boy got it in 

never threw that shit to the bin 

cleaned it to reduce the sin 

might just be the biggest win

quick and stylish 

jump over 100 hurdles

never one back like a bitch

secrets slip out 

double it up then, like no snitch

allow the worse 

so risk averse 

left it in the ditch.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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