#feeling creative

I asked him “pray tell me brother what is this ai sauce what’s the stuff you made of”

squeaky clean shiny and chrome fosho

fire drip ensured all you gotta do is be

daddys bitch when he holler love n peace

come running with that collar

get inside that pod after

strutting out for a walk with the free baller

pod fits one but it’s 2 of us on the dollar

the shine on the plums

flowering on the drive

rearranging her inside.

hydrating, keeping her fresh

I’m flowing, she’s glowing

hedonism 101 for her mindspace and flesh

enmeshed together now

slowly making her a mess.

she offered so I partake.

keeping it moist, make no mistake

I indulge slow but greedily

consuming that black forest cake.

weeds galore gotta keep it trim

asking for more though she full to the brim.

she’s throwing back shots

you wanted the backstory

don’t feel sorry now you asked for it

eeny meeny miny moe

got me a mermaid, washed ashore

wanting it all the way and more

“daddy” she moans, so much valor

grunting I count spurts to ten

her succulence was there then

it is now overflowing

on repeats rounds don’t end

she had a problem and it wasn’t ez

pretty face but dumb as shit

tango like that is unsustainable

so I erased her from my minds existence

required me to kill a version of myself

dumb spectator he needed that actor

to remind myself what a dumbass I was being