Creeping With My Maxims 1 (Dummy Style) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

like a sack of goji berries
mixed with juniper
envisioning fig trees
plucking the heck out of that stalk
fo dat honey sweet goodness busting delicious
str8 succulent
like dem fuzzies by the fields
make you itch until your thirst for dat flesh was quenched
leaving nothing but the pits
save em all
sew em all by the row
and right now the Spiritual Farmer got 17 in my earth
all tight and blissed in
i records my seasons to make my own almanac Benjamin Banneker from Dogon of Mali
the Master Astronomer...
creeping with my maxims like i should
and you be you like you should and can during the weekdays and your weekends....