Sunday, April 14, 2013

That Thing Poets Do In April: 14/30

If he ever DID wake up in a new Bugatti
It would be a miracle
Raising from the leather
Cool
Not cold
Hot
Like Fresh
Made, Daily
Like

You're in no position to "dis"
Or "give props"
Or whatever your MTV Real World sense of fuckin' decorum tells you to do!

Everyone's suit game starts in the amateurs
In P's league
You cant help but get inspired 
Like "Word?"
Catch fire
Like Marley
Yet Smooth
As a Tip Toe
A manduro
Saved for an "Aye, YO" 
Smoke signal

Hopefully
He was picking up on the energy
Nathan P
A New York original

1 comment:

  1. This is such a delicacy for Mr. P. I like, a lot.

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