The muse is the bomb, dropping poetry bombs, as she wishes.
Poetry Bombs in the Hows
My crib is in
The neighborhood of a muse
Reigning over me
Poetry bombs
In a hood next to no wear
A boarder
Across
Never too bare
The muse is the bomb, dropping poetry bombs, as she wishes.
Poetry Bombs in the Hows
My crib is in
The neighborhood of a muse
Reigning over me
Poetry bombs
In a hood next to no wear
A boarder
Across
Never too bare