Tech bro. Shiny shoes coiffed hair tight pants Airpods. Checks himself one two three four times — eyes playing ping pong with gleaming gold elevator doors.
F Train Poet Overheard on the morning commute and written down verbatim. 2017 ***** 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. RDM RECORDS! Damn. I wish … Continue reading F Train Oracle