Poetry

Poetry doesnt make that much money
the more i hustle i get closer to me reaping the honey
siezi quit ju the first billion itakua raised, I know nasound funny
categorically words comfort me vile nguna huchizia summer bunny

work daily paper chasing
but bila poetry there is something am missing
the words are intimate more than just kissing
come on sijaanza am just teasing

work load inagrow being enormous
substance na scribble ink ni venomous
i have to kill the paper for me to be famous
its just a sketch Bulinda is in the main house