Friday, January 28, 2005You Ain't PimpDid you capitalize on me Share me like art, spread me Like a magazine, pawing fingers Flipping pages as though Wads of dirty greens, wet With sweat, the gold hanging From your thick neck, a noose Going to suffocate you, wealth Misrepresenting, nothing You can’t satisfy me, my hunger Ain’t belly... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:24 AM Comments (15) (permalink) |
