Days out from poem writing, new responsibilities
are keeping me from fully executing Destiny!
I’m trying to be more than a fool who’s selling pipes and dreams,
while trying to balance family needs against these felonies!
Nose clean, don’t mean ain’t out here hustling
dope scenes both screen and stage! I’m muscling
obscene routines that leave me muddling!
Unseen Go-Between is why I’m functioning!
I flood the scene with subroutines that smack like Butter Bean,
creating fiends that crave my poetry like dopamine!
I sow The Seed in fertile soil, so gusto I glean,
the Honest Harvest of a keen mind and a drum machine!
I have to eat and keep my health intact, but what’s it mean
when all the eggs I got are on these plates I’m juggling?
Puzzled, I grumble as I stumble through my crumbling
schedule! Success levels are built upon our struggling!
By: Christopher Louis Reid