Poetry My Thing

urban-song-poetry my thing

You raised questions So I had to tell you this,
whenever I pick a pen I write with ink,
when I choose a pencil I don't blink,
want to see the choice I don't  think
at all the lines never go out of sync,
just like a  love song I make the lyrics
everywhere some say it is something we sing,
no! we flow with the words just like a child on a swing,
as for poetry; to us the words are ladies we flirt,
fine lines they will always sound sweet,
maybe a lady is the one telling this,
replace the context so it may fit,
Your thing.

I wrote this in a rush it is so shoddy,
take it you don have to copy,
I do It often call it a hobby.


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