RMC

An escapade in suade made
with a tounge of honey and mind dirty,
I’ll slash at the page in rage
look its early in the morning 3:30.

Look I need to express my best
to test my best cut into vest
I wear to shield the shit to my chest,
seams of the suade is kevlar over the rest.

No bullet or eye will pry the sly
suit I root in these steel toed boots.
I don’t want attention except the test
where you discovered I provide truth.

No wondering will your mind
have to cipher any disguise
that you might think is in short supply
but discover I’m a good guy.

Let’s keep it simple in terms
where we each other can yearn
to burn bright in delight tight
in my arms tonight we can learn.