He’s a weapon that fires lyrical projectiles
You can’t flaw (floor) like wall tiles
He is a diamond pearl, very hard to find
His words will seize the pages of your mind
Fingers of his words melt hearts softly
He is so fly, rhymes all lofty
His whimpering words will scatter your emotional bee hive
He moves the crowd like a Big Pun stage dive
Allow him dredge the sea in your thoughts
Like your cashew driver, he will drive you nuts
His lyrics walk on the asphalt of your brain
His punchlines echo under the rain
Girls often get drunken on the hardwine of his pieces
Metaphors and similes tear up your breastplate to pieces
His lines fall in pleasant places
Your heart hardly stands a mouthful of the lines he laces
Figures of speech will melt your heart of stone
He and poetry are like meat to a bone
He is on point like the tip of a dart
He will weave happiness through your heart
He is not your average poetic fella
Poetry is his heartbeat, without it his chest is accapella

Thank you for your views, reviews, support, likes and comments in these 30 days of poetry. I finally draw the curtain and watch the next space because there is more to come… gud night Bleep