Ready To Get The ‘f' Back Up Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

I'm ready to get the "F" back up. Riding boardside with so much flack left behind.
My homies being cringey thumb blasting the white girls weed,
cause they're all marginal trash pandas,
catalog dating throwing ass for some bunk.

I left on read his flaggerty,
his clout demons give me the fanny flutters,
our relationblip is down right jangry,
So I prefer to despawn and have some deep bro talk on chronic with a friend.

Just wondering if smackdonalds serves old school love,
Cause I'm ready to turn the page and shine like a star.
I need you daddy even though your not a real G.

Sometimes I sit alone wondering where I have been,
Where my hero's been,
hailing the underdog,
With the last breath of creative unblock under my skin.

I hate myself for pulling a Nixon,
for stashing you,
I think of you everyday,
Unbenounced you took my heart,
Bless your heart Juanita.

Fruit booters In the sky keep twig flipping,
And Cheryl chives on,
Stay gold ponyboy,
The sun comes up,
It goes back down,
But baby my boots keep on walking lean like a cholo.