Lascivious & Toxic

"you still kick it in the slums      ?

you still sell drugs   ?

you still like to party       ?

you still binge n get fucked up      ?"


As much as I love a fight       

I'd rather leave them to their fucked imaginations       

--I find my amour-propre

when I see a use of my knack for kinesics

as mischievous manipulation--

Causing the busy-bodies'  capitulation;       

instantaneously subjugated        


So I bestow my infamously vexatious smirk

as I say



This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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