It Was Me Poem by FOEVERAMI JOHNSON

It Was Me



I WAS THE ONE LATE AT NIGHT CRYING TEARS,
STRESSING AND WONDERING.... WELL IS HE IN JAIL?
MY BIGGEST FEAR!
BAR HOPPERS AT HOME GETTING READY FOR WHAT THEY DO BEST,
WIVES AT HOME HOLDING IT DOWN AND LAYING KIDS TO
REST. THEY NOT KNOWING WHAT THEY ABOUT TO GET INTO,
JUST TO GET FREAKY WITH THE NEIGHBORHOOD SNEAKY...
HE GOT SOMETHING PLAN FOR US, BUT HOW MUCH WILL IT COST?
ITS ONLY SO HE CAN COME UP ON HIS GAME,
AGAIN WHAT IS
THAT MAN' S NAME.........
SENT THE WIVES HOME WITH THEIR MARRIED NAMES,
BAR BROADS TO THEIR MAN,
ALL THE WHILE
WITH THAT CROOKED SMILE, WAVED HIS HAND IN A MOTION
OF A FAN.

IF WE ONLY KNEW HIS STRATEGY WAS PLANNED! ! !

Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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