Poetry Corner: Holitrained Hoes

Tis the season for fake smiles and bogus love

Bitter air and empty hugs

Non existent dude

But we tolerate the myth

Don’t have a family Present

So most anticipate the gift

Expose the truth

See the real

ALL year and that Santa Nigga

Ain’t Paid nan bill

Continue lie

But expect children to be honest

Wonder why?

Got a thang for mystical figures

Both on the ground and in the sky

Figured out why most to lazy to try

No personal initiative to be taken cause we trained to wait for the other guy

Follow goose to put all eggs in the identical basket

Which is why we die plastic in a metal casket