A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, December 16, 2017

freestyle rap #numberidontknowhowmany

When I step to the mic with my kick step twist I snap
grab it from the stand and I flick my wrist
and spit

words
such as verbs or nouns, I announce
to the crowd in a fit of such syntactical precision it frowns

and by "it" I mean, "crowd" yes, you followed it

correctly from the first and now please let me reverse
for the remainder of the verse,
back it up,
back it up

ow shit - got my ass in a ditch, but
I'm not worried, I got triple A protection for this
pick-up truck, I yell

"YO!
YO!
ANYONE GOT A PHONE?" but
there's no one on the road, anywhere in sight, holmes

so just where in the hell went
the so-called "crowd"?
Or the mic
or the stand? Did I hallucinate?

Wow

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