A Poem Titled Hot Shot

November 8, 2019

Hot Shot

Oh, I heard you a hot shot

Top notch

Shots blocked

Shots clocked

And they keepin’ stats on you

Like a blood clot

Yeah I heard,

You think you a hot shot

When it comes to you they twist the plot

Stomachs tied in knots

Like butterflies and fire flies

Love ties or someone dies

No burial ground

They still walk around

Yea, I heard

They checking on my slot

We in the middle of begot

I mind my business

When it comes to only

Yea, I hear you a hot shot

I’m a hot shot too

My stats more than numerical

They don’t know

That its real love that is found

If I go clerical

My presence seems unbearable

I’m insulted too if they think we live in a miracle

The world is to spherical

And I have yet to meet a person who doesn’t find me hysterical

I am more than lyrical

You a hot shot, so I lay up

Like a grown up

It’s the build up

The blow up

Got me in a push up

There is no mix up

Always ready for a close up

It’s the Queens Cup

At the round up

Love even when it hounds up

I understand the purpose of a measuring cup

It’s the syllables

Now clap

Two finger tap

Two feet tap

They heads up

If mines is down

Going seven rounds

Heavy weight champs

Professional vamps

I heard you a hot shot

I block

They mock

I’m hot

They not

This is basic

Like lasik

You took a shot

I said that’s hot

They bias is implicit

Show them how you kiss it

Shot, never missed it

I blocked

Shots clocked

Top notch





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