Abbrasive Poem by Reginald Goodridge

Abbrasive



Stank people
stupid tasks
inept ability
inherent acts

what were they
who was I
to be in that moment
crass reason, no why

that was bad
I spit and fired
they won't forget
cause I just retired

who the hell
wanna work for nuts
peas with no rice
1 hundred and fifty bucks

oh, hell no,
I won't budge
allowed to spit my fire
so now, you be the judge...

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