Oh yeah, we real cool. We real cool; I'd love you like you love me. I love you. Player's pool peep game. Then she came. We real cool; I smell you dooky! You my bu*ta bu*t, real smooth. I really love you. I love the way you smile, I love the way we skip school. I love the way you tell your friends. I'm a big kid boo. I love the way you creep on me, your shadow is my reflection. Your blessed skin, I'll rub it. I'll caress you, am I in love sh** (****)?!
I can't stand you, you're so cool. Your dope, you're the stars (****) I smoke. I breathe you constantly. Non-stop. And constantly, I'm undressing you with my mind. Free at last, I hate you. I need that. I want it, I yearn for it. Make me beg for it. Arf, I'm woofin' you we real cool let's jazz tunes. With Jazz June; let's live life to its fullest. Seven at the Golden Shovel I want to write poems like this: We REAL Cool.