Backtats and deadlines

dyslexic.gun

I mean it's fantastic

I don't have time so I don't pretend

Wanna see if I can start to begin

Cool off if she can get the hint

But what was her government

 

Yea I run around doing sleazy things 

But Its Monday so I'm hoppin on teams

 a poor 50 words a minute and

60 "tf Imma do wit her digits"

while spacing wit a Slim off white wit bold

That was the briefing,

My lady brown, thick, wit a soul made of Gold 

 

But I have to turn this in

Playing around had ticked my time away

It's not my fault

She smell so good that I get weak and I lay

it down, wait My heads get the spinnin

Forgot to take a lunch see I told I was trippin

 

So yea I worked all day and turn it in

But no I'm not clocking out 

Nah This time I clocked in 

Detective gun wants to see what its about

 

That spinal tat run down her back

I'm staying on dem tracks

Thank god this business trip out of town

This Siren can get a lil loud 

Cool we done, let's simmer down 

Acting like I just ain't almost drown

 

Ight now I'm done wit these meetings

"Are you sure? Cuz We got 2 next weekend"

For all that I hope I'm getting commissioned

"Only if it's put in submission"

You talk so crazy

"Yea and I love when you listen"

  • Author: hexfully (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2025 12:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm still unemployed tho :(
  • Category: Unclassified
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