Mayday, it’s going down; the plan ain’t working; you need to abort the mission. There is a collision of time and rhyme, and what I have found is the reason why, I just don’t mess with you.
Free Verse Poetry
Left the house late for a date,
I said meet me at the gym,
My pull-up game was awesome,
But I didn’t a have spotter,
So I got small-talked by the guy that can’t talk,
I walked by the woman that can’t walk,
Either way she was gaining reps,
She is never off beat or missed a step,
Wet is how I wanted to be,
Dripping in sweat,
Yea,
I didn’t say I was going to taste good,
Booked a class,
Paid for a ticket for a guest,
But I was guest-less,
I suggest to my angry self,
To hide when that call comes in,
Hey are you headed to the gym,
But my devilish side kicked in,
With a grin,
For the very moment,
Answer the call and say,
Each day you remind me,
Of why I don’t mess with you,
You are lame, always late,
Always wants a ride,
But never ready at the gate,
So fate, told me to delete your number,
And maybe switch phones,
If you can’t hear anything I say after this,
Just know,
dead ass! dial tone.
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