“Naughty Poet”

I will lyrically molest,

Them tig ol bittys on your girls chest.

While you shave your birds nest,

Notice that you ain’t blessed.

So, I must confess,

I’ll leave you a bloody mess…

No stress,

As I rip off your girls dress.

I could care less,

Even if she smells like Zest

Tell her to brush with Crest…

I’ll take care of the rest.

© 2014 Mauricio Rincon