Four of a Kind By: D.K. Harper I have split personalities, and were four of a kind. Sharp, Emo, Smash, and Grind. Sharp is like a blade and he dont play. Cutting to the bone, folks forget that he is cray. Slicing through the chaos to save his own day. People dont even feel the blow until their bodies lay. Emo is my heart and he shines like new money. Smiles so sweet, youll swear youre eating honey. Keeping this body going harder than that pink bunny. When it rains it pours, but he fights to stay sunny. Now Smash is very sensual and likes playing in the yummies. Hell gnaw your pain away like hes chewing vita-gummies. Look you in your eyes while hes deep inside the tummies. Tear your kingdom down like the crash course dummies. Beware of playing Grind, thats how the moneys made. Bringing home the bacon with eggs, toast, and marmalade. Fighting to survive like water vs. Gatorade. Its no wonder many bow and crown him the king of spades. I love my four fellas, these are my aces. Four men in one body sharing the same faces. I got a loaded deck on hand, and I refuse to trade places. All aced and boosted up, we strap tight with no laces.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 17:19:27 +0000
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