Running Into The Walls Of My Mind... Poem by Sidney Spencer

Running Into The Walls Of My Mind...



Thoughts of me thoughts of she I think somebody said that before me while running into the walls of my mind damn my face hurts sunny in philly came back to mays landing on me to be with my babies not their mommasita black Puerta Ric-a collard Greene chic-a just cause it seemed like it rhymed out of place in the grille not on a hill on the seventh floor with hustlers in suits selling food and liquor got damn I wanna licker anyway they came to play pimped out and just got pimped out mad at me over their food and liquor got pimped again sippin on gin or was it the two glass half bottle for $45 I just sold sold ya I knew I was gonna get-cha running into the walls of my mind right on time oh excuse me miss I mean dude sir ummm $54 for your plate there was an additional charge for the two strimp you requested thats a special request $24 for the wrap $45 for the bottle and 16k so you can come back and do this with us 3-4 times a year the total including tax is you get to pay me the rest of your life for running into the walls in your mind flow wit me people it's a timeshare thing very exclusive want one come on its easy all you have to do is run into the walls in your mind promise it don't hurt don't worry about it I get paid you don't it's ok just run into the walls in your mind again I do it every day I promise Lovya see it don't hurt I'm do n it right now and you don't even have to thank me.
Running into the walls of my mind how about you?

Monday, November 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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