poetry critical

online poetry workshop

your girl was fresh

i was real young, one to impress
back in the day, your girl was fresh
i heard 'em say, "this is my best,
this girl is tight as hell unless
she's tryin too hard to impress,
in that case i suggest a rest."
but now i'm taller so i get to walk
across boundaries with dirty talk,
til these cops find me with the sickest rocks
cause of all the shit i talk.

28 May 07

(define the words in this poem)

Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha


Newest (expand)
  • the serial masturbater
  • The Clavicles of My Lovers
  • Throes of Endearment
  • Lumphuni Lotus Flower
  • Debt
  • Sweet(ened) Dreams
  • life's no demagogue - poem 7 - version 3
  • willing sacrifice
  • Kissing a Liaison
  • Old Time Dancing Via Verse
  • a brief tortuous long winded history of philosophy
  • Multi talented Elmo
  • there is a slit in vision
  • prozac
  • robert