Untitled 2 Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

maybe i should return to

the light breeze that burns true

cause its not like when i quit my life stop'd giving me fits

cooking its better i must admit

but i like the stench that sticks

makes family members drift

like i give a flup whos mad at me...

pinpoint my flaws with accuracy

this is my reality

tell me who lives in this mist casually

opinions wrapped up like gifts hassle me

present'd rudely attacking me

but you were wrong to attack her

torture me with your ignorance

but leave her where she sits

forever i'll respectfully bite my tung, internal fun when she flips