Poems from Chris DiFlorio
Chillin with the crew in the streets
Feeling like a boss don't you see
I was rocking the polo
The Ralph Lauren you all know
Girls couldn'...
All the lady does is yell
My ears might be bleeding
She casts a spell
Sends us to hell
As if we were some heathens
I do not care about...
We try to extract a meaning
Yet that meaning is not concrete
It is shrouded in ambivalence
And leaves us in defeat
Poetry is hidden
Its...