THE COME BACK
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™
Coming in 2012 from EsDrop Publishing
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