07/08/2013 Flaw Filled SupermanA Poem by John ByrdI cracked the stick. It turned into a whip. I took the chick. She called off sick. Instead the whip went to work. This makes me smirk. But really I got the number. She never texted back... I just liked her cause she was plumper. It’s all good. It’s like fishing right. I see a bunch in sight. Can I just catch one for fun. Maybe a hit and run. Nah i’m too nice for that. But I would never hit a rat. Sike naw I would. Maybe I’ll hit then listen. Listen until the pain makes her glisten. You can take that two ways. We could make a few plays. You the receiver I’m the quarterback. But I can throw more at you than a sack. Throw some knowledge and happiness your way. But they don’t give me a chance to make them stay. Unless they want to be my girl. My mama can be my only girl. She is my world. One day I’ll buy her a house. Until then I’m working. Working towards finding a way there. I’m moving like a turtle. It’s like a ran track just to lose the race. Can’t run this hard just to lose. I know I just dropped a love but this one girl She catches my attentions. Her and 20 others. No but this one specific is like heaven in a person. Beautifully wrapped. Musically talented. God loving. It’s like she’s everything and more. But I wouldn’t be ready. Had to sign up for a loan today. Going broke one day at a time. That’s where I’m at right now. But I love my life. Wouldn’t want to be anyone else. Flaw filled Superman. © 2014 John ByrdAuthor's Note
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