When I battle emcees
and they drop the mic
I snatch it up before it
hits the floor like a bike
shooting off of a loading
dock ramp like a train
except I'm on it flying out
steady pedalin' VAIN
BECAUSE I don't do the
mic drop move myself, I
just watch the opposition
and rely on stealth, so when
the sucka drops the mic
I'm on mic swoop mode
like a toad! With a goad
to grab mics by the load
and drop such heavy-freighted lyrics
it might take ten docks
worked overtime to get
so much tip to the top fresh
not out-of-stock rhyme palleted up,
shoved way into the trailers
getting tractors hooked up
for the long, long trip heading
out nationwide
Then I'd fly by on a bike
like I'm right to ride
Like a dock jumping fool
heaving forklift blades
from the front of my bike
instead of that granny basket I have
but I have it in spades, which is cool,
but those blades
would be like BOOM LIFT FORCE
for the freight my rhymes pack,
ship, drop at your doors and just
split before you hear it: "DING-DONG"
said the bell! Better not drop yo' mic
'cause I bike like hell
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?
Tuesday, October 31, 2023
mic drop.
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