It's spring. It's sunny and my mood couldn't be happier. I love sunshine, it brightens my mood like no other. So anyhow, how've you all been. I've been dandy.

I wrote a poem called Homie, are you foreal? This poem is for ladies who get harassed by abrasive men who's trying to pick them up.

Take it in.

Homie, are you for real?


Homie, are you for real?
Seriously, What's the deal?
Your game is weak.
Guidance, is what you need to seek.

Whispering, hollering, cat calls, oh god.
No wonder every woman you call at
Laughs at you and walk off.

Then you get mad
when we give you no play
You feel its needed to follow me
And curse obscenities on the way.

People like you are really lame.
You need to upgrade your game
Get at me with some proper words
and maybe I wouldn't have to flip the bird.