Thursday, September 1, 2016

DeBarros 60/30 | Night Shift

I don’t write poetry, I make Doh-Re-Mi flow-with-me.  

Copper’s  brown, made it out the hood and into the Academy - a black cop new to town.  

Oh what a stereotype, don’t listen to all the noise trying to figure out a stereotype, turn up the volume and listen to the passionate type.

The passionate type who know how to type, bangin’  typewriters like I do my wife!  

In the dark, doin’ it with no sight, but still bangin’ with keys like a watch guard at night.

No one’s opening the door, no one’s going to bite, unless you watch the guard and twinkie get real close at night…


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