English Compost Poem by Austin Lockwood

Are you feeling me homedog
Are picking up what im laying down
Can you see what im pooping out
Can you smell what im dropping out
Are you smelling what Im sellin
Are you floating your boat in my smooth brown waters
What is the dealio
For realio
Can you not feel my vibe
Are you not one of my tribe
Im saying what I'm saying exactly as I should
Youre wack for not comprehending
My thoughts roll off my tongue like water through a dam
I sell my words and it is not spam
My language is robust
like the top layer of the earths crust
My words are rich
I dug them from a drainage ditch
Arte though not enthused
Or at least a little amused
Or are you totally confused
Is the soil too rich and the scent too potent
For the ones with weak stomachs are prone to vomit
Feel me my good homeboy
Let my thick brown water flow through your mind
For reals my home skillet G dog
Let my words be your minds soil
a place for your thoughts to toil
Peace out homey G
Go and grab yourself a nice English compost tea