Maurice

That boy Maurice ignorant in his ways,
his vision flooded with mint,
bake up confectioners on a stove,
his dialect detect he from the ghetto grove,
moving white around like children in the snow,
started from the bottom of the rung ,
begun to desolate the barrier blocking,
his single parent left him,
fend for himself by the amount supplied
and demanded,
never had the reprimanded feeling of the wrong he do,
free will god gave him and he used up his life line
but he still has millionaire’s visions,
profession he also a doctor with the incisions in families
he causes when hands carry death,
all to acquire avant-garde wealth as life is took.

That boy Maurice detrimental,
arsonist to things and breaker of pencils,
he bury his best friends when heat was sprayed,
no delay he suited up,
sagged pants with a implanter in underwear,
top tanked and his hat snapped,
out the door,  step, step,
1, 2 he hit the corner with the satan look,
past that corner liquor,
he see his object of focus standing in a club,
exhale, then he let loose a slug into space,
disperse the crowd loud they flee,
he stand in the face of the accursed enemy,
look into the eyes of the one who will suffer,
hand ascend pointing the implanter,
Release.