Steven Elsner Poems
Tupac Shakur Tibute: Part One
They say he died in the summer of '96,
Nothing on him but a bag of endo, minus the stems and sticks.
Packed in a BMW coupe with Suge, after a Tyson fight,
Who knew that this would be his last livin' night?
Stomped out a b*tch-made nigga in the casino,
Escorted out, then headed down to Reno.
Posin' for photos, contemplation on his mug,
How much longer could he remain, America's favorite thug?
All eyes on him, even beyond the grave,
They say God likes a certain type of man in his army; the brave.
He saw Better Days, Starin' at the world through his rearview, ...
That Special Kiss
When I hold my lips close to you
I know that you are my dream come true
When I hold your hand in mine
I wonder if this is in the grand design
The second our lips meet
My heart does more than skip a beat
The love between us is eternal
the magnetism is infernal