Side eye, with the tilted head,
Is the look I give,
When someone is ,
Trying to finesse me,
I may seem a little bit confused,
Are they really trying to test me,
Like unhand me you demon,
Their ship 🚢 are filled with sea men,
But we are not at sea,
Why are you trying to low blow me,
Please get from under me,
I pay no fees,
So flee,
Let me be,
I will not break,
Don’t let me square off,
For your own stake.
Jixi
Category: Poetry