A Letter To Whores

Cadences crash,
Lighting flash,
You are the making of a soundtrack,
We'll call you scar, Hidden behind a list of issues,
You confide in tissues,
Mis-use,
Abuse,
Useless uses of a using user,
Excuse me Sir,
Did you jus express that you were using her,
Nah,
I've no uses for douche bags,
Better yet let me back track,
Reengineering the same beat,
But I beat from the blood pumped through the heart of a beast,
Call me a lion,
"Bitches" the feast,
"Niggaz" travel west as I devour the east,
See I can smell a rat miles away,
I am the need for niggards to invest in a new day,
They twitch their feet in cowardly anticipation of what I'll say,
No worries,
Sorry Silly-Sally sadly super sluts suck sacks,
& I've no need for that,
Let’s extract the fact that your evidence is whacked,
Madam you abstractly boast cryptically doggerel energies forged gainsayingly,
Hard incantations jiving kinetic love made null,
Obsequious positions quarrelsome reached solely to teach utterly vexed woman xanthate yamp
Zeal, Ya I meant it,
The ABCs of how to be more than tawdry,
Less than classy,
That "Mmmmm, No Thank; But Thank You" type nasty,
& you’ve the nerve to ask me my problem...
Ask me again...
Yes I can't stand hoes claiming to be women that can't handle the job,
& Stop blaming all men because you fucked some whack slob,
& I would apologize for the millions that have versed your regions well but yet were gone with
Washing of the day,
So for now,
Retrospection,
Let's just say that I'm praying for you,
Tired,
But hoping that you learn peace with fashion,
Consciousness with passion,
& Seriously,
For now,
Watch these checks your words are cashing,
Now please leave me be...
(By: Jyme Roundtree)