bang

bang

A Poem by winter;lyra

out with a bang
no print, we dash
outta here but we fresh
because i ain't no snitch
but i know who i am
and that i have what i have
a body in the bag

out with a bang
no plans, we men
up the stairs, we just can
fall with a bang
open the mansion
you're just full with passion
you're too late to sanction
i'm out here in the trash

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019