Category: poetry

  • Go, Go, Go

    Go, Go, Go

    poetry The woe of “Go, go,go” is rarely are your duckies rowed. Are their beds made?Is their room neat?Are their needs met?Are they crushing things? What about the money?Are you building wealth?What about the doubt, ‘Le homie?How do you deal with grief?You’re feeling singled out?Flip the story, chief. You ain’t a victim, You’re learning lessonsLessons…