Poet Ho

Constantly impregnatedCuz I stay thirsty, for a pieceLike a prostitute with no birth controlGuess I'm a poet ho'You see I've gotta have itQuench me more...give me more toting a daily journalwith scrolls galoreBlack ink flow of various vibesand original scribesWithout words I would ceaseMy soul would un- easePremature demise and appease...PleaseSonnets and stanzasBring me back to lifeMake me come without strifeInk or well? Can't you tell...hellClick- click, click- clickCalls my Bicthat's my queue Now watch my right hand Do what it doBall rolling...swiftlyAcross my white pagesMy pen now ejaculates Orgasmic flow rampageUncensored or unscripted Submissive or sublime Point on PointScribe on ScribeOn time.. Sometimes I rhymeCuz I cant get no Satisfaction without a reaction soothing me, seducing meI come free of chargeMy Bic is aroused nowThe Poetic Ho' at large!