“Unpredictable”
Life’s too unpredictable,
like “bracetology” of Marchmadness.
I remember vibing to timeless jams ,
then being woken up in a sub.
Blue deep dark bellows,
seemed to fascinate this fellow,
the morning sun shined optimistically
buttery.
Underground got jealous,
Killer earthquake said howdy.
Iggy stole the sound of hip-hop.
Yet she aint no rapper,
I’d rather swallow molded pasta
Before I watch her album go yellow
Somewhere in the jungle
There’s a monkey bout to rumble
Sad it won’t be a fair fight
Cuz a snake just ain’t right.
In the beginning I was king
Now I stand on my knees.
Stood tall like a God on a throne
Now helpless so I just roam.
My souls searching for a home
Grandfather always knew what to say.
Wait how did we get here?
I mean is March Madness fair?
Why damsel still in despair?
At an early age,
Grandpa lost most of his hair.
Somethings you can’t control,
When Life becomes ITunes on shuffle
From MJ to Kanye.
How does this poem
end, just like it begins
Life’s too unpredictable.
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