Got a bowl of flakes,
you know that they frosted
package full of licorice,
you know that they twisted
when I hit you in your mouth,
you know your teeth shifted
whenever I go to the South,
it’s in triple digits
Here (up North)
see, it’s kinda different
dancing with the happy feet,
I’m shaking cuz it’s frigid
my teeth chatter,
my fingers numb,
the water is not liquid
the snow’s passed my knees,
its taller than a midget
and the snot, dripping ,
from my nose,
it froze
exceptionally frigid.
No comments:
Post a Comment