Thursday, July 28, 2011



Guess whose back?
Like diarrhea,
Refusing to stay in the rear,
This is not a false alarm.
My thoughts is to cause harm,
Like playing with a leaking pen
And a razor sharp tongue that doesn’t bend.
I’m hotter than the barrel
Of a recent discharged gun.
You can’t handle me the wrong way,
Because I don’t just spit, I spray.
One slip up and it’s coming down,
I’m not the kind of mess you want around.
I’m like the dark waters of Rio Negro,
And you can’t stop my flow.

Let me re-introduce my self.

I am and this is NEGRO INK™

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