Muse I greet you with a mythy head full of not-falses,
May you turn them into truths: songs & waltzes
Bless the lines I write today,
keep my stumbling self at bay
Hip-hop poetry in obscenity
produced by urban verbal prodigies
procured form mediocrity
upon the waking earth.
Give me a line - give me a verse
something to stir the cold -
stagnant and perverse.