Hats beers ….

With inspiration from brother Ken his latest poem the rhythm of words

Hats beers pork barbecue
He tans her face ears and nose

Then bruh says wash with metal scrubber
Tried washed scrubbed peeled
No luck then I tried salon
Chemicals cleanups facial fruit
Little by little going off the tan

Every time he uses new words
That I never heard or read
Uses thesau makes boredom
The line’s emotionless

Now he created words
Made new words
As if he created
New dictionary but I rarely can
Guess the meaning of those words


Not the impossible things
Putin can still learn rights
He can be humble for next term
A lesson learned is something
Which makes more than before.

So humble brother
Why so scary
Blocking locking
Makes me far.