Homeless (The Grass Hut Sequel)
This poem is the sequel to The Grass Hut… But this time focusing more on…. fuck it yall read it and find out ya self…
She packed up his things and told him he couldn’t be here
So she sent him out up in the rain which was pondering so severe
Vehicles pass on the highway only for them to splash
First thing he does is checks his pockets for his stash
Thinks about picking up a dropped habit so he begins to count the last of his cash and realizes that he has enough to buy two bags of the illegally grown grass
Upon doing so he goes back to the grass hut to roll the illegally grown grass up just so he can get in the Lil’ Jon and D.G. Yola mind state of nigga I just don’t give a fuck
He blazes up and begins to rise higher than Maya Angelou passes God and tells him thank you for all the things he’s been through including love that was untrue and stunk worse than Winnie Pooh
He realizes the pain that she caused is gone but a scar has grown to remind him of the pain as he crosses his chest with his arms
At the same time he finally becomes aware that his mother was never there after giving her many chances to right her wrongs for treating him unfair
He realizes that Republicans ain’t shit racism still exist and he has to a chance to help Black America by helping Barack Obama make it
He then rolls on the floor and laughs as Shaq asks Kobe to tell about the taste of his ass while rolling up the last of what’s left of his the illegally grown grass
But just as he’s finishing he realizes that the grass hut is diminishing and begins to grab the last of his many things
Watches the hut up in blaze from a far he looks up at the moon and the stars and begins to thank them for what they really are
He goes up in his pocket and looks at the illegally grown grass…
Now that he’s homeless wondering if he shall rebuild or pass…
SoEx/SEx
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