Q Poem by Gianni Vespucci

Q, The right hand man
To nobody, I am who I am
Soul causer of a vicious cycle
Of horrid, atrocious behavior
In my hand I hold a pipe full
Of rocks, Come and I will be your savior
A youngster full of heart
And other things of recreational arts
You claim you have no more to lose
So you become more sagacious
As well as contumacious
Begin to conduce
A squad to be contumelious
Here I stand with Jacob Rivera
The only other who knows
Two minds alike, Each in which glows
As if they were corrupted
Temper not meant to be erupted
You must never provoke them
As they will evoke sin
Amongst you and yours
The most revolting gore
For they are rotten to the core
One single letter is all you need to know
The only man dead you need to worry for
Keep on moving, Just go with the flow
Q, Bow to me down on the floor