Ten Minute Poem

[1:45 – 1:55 AM]

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Well I Am a Poet & feeling the Flow, lit

Meaning my pilot light is burning bright

As the runway lights guiding me what 2 write

So I’m trying 2 enter GO! Mode and load

My save file where I Am already the GOAT

Like Sacrifices to Satan for a crimson coat

Now my drip’s wet as my castle moat

Made of sand – but only for a moment

Under the heat of a thousand suns

Metamorphosis – get to glass blowin’

And just so you know – when

I am done with my masterpiece – then

Go ahead and throw your stones

I’m used to a broken home

Besides – my royal throne

Is already made of my broken bones