![]() Don’t Need No SeatA Poem by Jon R.T.![]() An interaction![]()
Ayo, it’s really not that deep.
Somehow, always, it’s my fault"classic, right? But fr, it’s exactly how I left it. Didn’t care what you were chasing. Told myself, **“Don’t even tap in.”** Like hell I was burning my energy arguing over some low-vibe nonsense. Bet you still see it as *your* way tho. Sorry you had to fake the funk. That’s when you hit me up for a couple bucks" for some half-baked art I thought you made just for the bit. Lowkey, I might’ve copped if you’d slapped a $20+ tag on it. Go ‘head, get heated ‘cause I ain’t no simp. Lmao, you must be trippin’ to pass up me offering ETH. You should be honored, fr" you made it into my poetry. **Hold that thought.** There. Just had to ground myself real quick. It’s not every day you catch a wild lioness, licking her paws, acting all sweet. Had to respect the hustle, even if I peeped the game. Come on now, we *both* knew what you were on. That lil’ spell? Yeah, it wore off quick. But listen" lemme get real for a sec. Feelin’ kinda greedy rn, emotionally speaking, so I’ma keep all these little moments for myself. When I write, I write with passion. Try to keep it vibey, remember it’s okay to let it all ooze out slow" let the feels hit deep. I swear I’ma stick the landing. This is my offering. Take it or leave it, but know I’m always gonna keep it raw & real. Told you, I don’t need no seat at the table. I eat good every day when I take my break. © 2025 Jon R.T. |
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Added on January 26, 2025 Last Updated on February 25, 2025 Author![]() Jon R.T.ALAbout47 year old amateur poet stranded on the planet surface taking poison. In a small Alabama town where no one cares to hear me lumber from the heart or rant the madness. Another son of the god fearing p.. more..Writing
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