F111 - Breazy Aiht
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Breazy Aiht
Seemed to take
Forever
To be clever:
Really late..
Silly - haste?
Better:
Truly never..
Mindful of the schemes
And signs of a disease
In minds above their reach
Of skies, but underneath..
He sighed, and rubbed his cheek..
Reclined, he loved the beach:
The sky, the sun, and heat
Declined to suffer speech
Or plans
For the damned
Who give it
So they live it..
He didn’t:
Free of wicked
Floor plans
For a scam..
As he lay
That Saturday
Relaxin made
Him fast awake:
“If a Sunday
Isn’t someday’s
Saturday
Then that’s today!”
After statin
That, it may have
Lacerated
Half his brain stem:
“That’s insane!” Yet
Captivated
As if pain was
Saturnalia..
Chanced to take a
Glance at Pae Shinn
(That’s his lady)
As she wakened
After takin
Half a nap, and
Sat up, slapped him
And exclaimed then:
“Had a dream
Of half a week:
Monday
Once came
Yet stayed
Wednesday
But the next day
Just came
Sunday
As a Friday
That arrived late..”
Breazy Aiht pondered this
Profundity from Pae Shinn:
“Seems to make common sense:
So what, a week? A day? Then?
Two idiots the date forgets..
Who lives to fix a date to this
Stupendous mix of trays to miss
Thru any list of dated figs?”
A thunderous cacophony
Of trains split the four winds..
He wondered if sand falls asleep..
Pae Shinn was snorin..