Onto The Next Thing Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

got a chance to know you
and I think you're wack as fuh
got a chance to see you
and I think you lack the tough

Persona that comes with confidence
you telling me this, i see no facts
where's those documents?
oh, yeah, i'm going need that

use to really like you, you're a throwback thursday
Now i'm looking at you, see that you are not worthy
no, i'm not a streetwalker, i'm a pimp in service
no, i'm not a streettalker, do I make you nervous?

Stay the main topic of these conversations
The nameless always come with expectations
and i'll heighten each of their sensations
which furthers their unsettled fascinations

forget what you think you know
and move onto the next thing
I ain't checking for the buzz
but you will feel the sting
affection always changing, searching for the next thrill
feeling myself, blazin, Don't look for me to be on chill
mouths a gun, shoot them bullets, bodied ya, now you're killed
haters got me twisted, cause they are so twisted
no this ain't a diss, but shawty i am so gifted
got them worried about me, main topic of the discussion
meanwhile later they up in the ER from a fatal concussion
they don't check the fine print, follow life's instructions
little did they know, i'd be a weapon of mass destruction
drinking my drink, living my life to it's fullest
Summertime jammin, up in the club, not concerned
about them flying bullets