Kissing Spit Poem by Lamar Cole

Kissing Spit



When Ed became mentally fatigued.
He would drink some Budweiser Beer and smoke some weed.
He would eat a bowl of grits.
Or taste some of his girlfriend's kissing spit.
Sometimes he would just take a nap.
Dreaming that he was at the club.
Giving all the pretty honies some good rap.
And taking from no one any crap.

Thursday, October 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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