I’m standing on business,
securing the bag.
This is coming out my grill!
I understand the assignment.
I usually write about my op.
Today I will cook
and glow up.
Not ick.
I eat.
This poem slaps,
a dub and it’s lit.
I wear drip and
hit different.
My poetry is gas and not
rizz nor mid.
This is bass periodt!
I’m a snack with a drip.
A sneaky link,
passing the vibe check,
very low key.
About to pull up.
High key!
I’m dead, weak, dope
definitely not cap,
scary or suss.
You will be shook!
This will be your bop.