One Wouldn'T Make A Three! Poem by Charles Jagongo

You write it in paper and paint it
Glorifying abuse the way you do
Your ink is not dry, add ink and make it bold
Not done yet color it so, want to add what?
You only had one, your mouth is pregnant
You do it like a typing machine, pour vitriol
It stares you in face, like water over a duck's back
Would glide and remain dry, your chest is full
You spew skeletons, in same spot it stands
Majestic mockingly, significant other she was!
You molest, rub dirt, do a three on one hands shaking.
A marker writes, one wouldn't make a three!