To gibe with the epic
a recipe for disaster,
of course, giblets on the menu,
I may need a toothpick,
gracious for Thanksgiving,
for turkey and giblets with the pastor,
invite whichever ingenue
you want to the venue, disarm
before you enter, we livin'
large, high on the hog, so to speak,
even if you freak, we all good,
we all family seven days a week,
staying positive in da hood,
if you stay the night, no need for alarm,
we stay in late, sleeping like cats
that have nothing better to do,
lockdown grabs us all by the balls,
hungry for normalcy, we switch our hats,
try to do something new, if the shoe fits,
take a new job, lowest of the low, so who knew
our backs against the proverbial walls,
humor on TV makes us laugh
even though, everyday I'm at my wits
end, ready to throw in the towel,
a trainer watching his boxer with no fight left,
enter the ring against a kangaroo, no harm, no foul,
but boxing a bear he feels the full heft
pulling him around by the epitaph,
at death's door, his skull split
in two, it aches like a hopeless divorce,
of course, we're all hopeless at times,
cracked in the head like a broken fighter, his spit
doesn't hit the bucket, his crimes
against the family no one can endorse.
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