Get A Clue... Poem by Onyx Blake

Get a Clue…

Honey get a clue…
you have no clue…
all you can do is work on you due and chill on the Detroit revenue…
im tired of working day and night while you go fly a kite…
its no fair with your good looks and prestige…
you were a war veteran why don’t you take siege…
on a job and a life, a wife, maybe even a dog...
better than being a plumber unclogging clogs...
you are so smart why are you doing this, have you ever had a kiss, by a girl in the face…
you maybe never even been on a date all you do is sit on your butt… looking at girls on the internet and watching a duck get harassed… you are 47 what are you doing…
it was okay when you where 18 in your college dorm doing…
what nothing all of your life man you are just so freaking trif…
go away get lost you have nothing left to do…
the only thing left is to get a god dang clue…