Metal Boxers Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

sittin on a porch with a rocking elder watching hell burn
inside sexy slim yelling in her melanin
children drowning in a well of sin
no time for arks...smile at nemo stich'n lilo in a shark
jaws be aching when heartbreaking becomes an art
best to stop before we start
cupid is useless as his darts
cold as the ice before it parts
exposing warmth beneath the secret
i guess this is how we'll leave it
metal boxers beeping, please delet him