and old black men to grab their dollars
and their crotch at the same time
and old black women to pout their lips, and hope no one
puts two and two together

....i liked that... you slid in a punchline on the low...

..i guess atleast one of the benefits of being a dope poet is
in the winter you get to be your own space heater... *lol*

**Nice on the spoken ebb and flow**

amaZing
isn't it?