Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

The Life 'n' Times of Mista Dontplay


Mista Dontplay
Don't play no games

If bullshit stains
don't look up his name

only his words
can be definitive 'swag'

his mannerisms
his habits
his ability to 'game'

He can handle his drugs
and when done
the bank fears the name

Mista Dontplay

Women are titled 'Hoes'
when the romantic organs
of this man play

Ignoring the beauty
the quality
the personality

No time, his thought process
has for these things

Sadly, virgins don't mind
The degradation

As long as

Mista Dontplay

penetrates
their existence
with his name

Submitted: Saturday, December 08, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 08, 2012
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This is just a silly and crappy poem I wrote out of fun. Don't take it seriously.

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