puNK PoEtS
punk poets
passing purple
paper pixelated
with pink pheromones
and pastel pistols of rage
phat joints
rollin’
phat truths
being consumed
defacto derangement
of phosphate dreams
and pixies flying phucks
effervescent and precisely
punctuated with hope
phat joints
rollin’
phat truths
being consumed
I stand alone with a dictionary
and a dream
and a phat vocabulary for prose
I rarely phrase properly
phat joints
rollin’
phat truths
being consumed
phenomenal pies and poets
are always the best tasting ones.