F Train Poet
Overheard on the morning commute and written down verbatim.
You think that I’m a sucker.
A lollipop or sumthin.
Don’t fuck with me.
This motherfucker’s already been appraised…
in the jewelry store.
That’s where I be at. In the kitchen cookin’ pieces for my baaaby.
I wish I had a thousand dollars.
I’d walk into the jewelry store
And buy everything.