solemn breakbeats
on the eve of your father's
untimely demise
clapping hard
arms outstretched for jesus
i always thought it was
i just can't get it up
but we were wrong
we were so wrong
solemn hand jives
in the corner
with small movements so as
not to make any noise
solemn b-boy epithets
hurled from tinted windows
of entourage hearses
endless posturing and
steaks of synthesized meat
bottles of cristal
littering future tombs
on the day your father
bit the metaphorical dust
solemn steaks
served on platters of failure
god bless your rhymes
god save our beats
ugh
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