I kiss Jilly goodbye
"I'll see you later tonight"
as I step out of her ride
and walk inside to find
the temperature is frigid
and my attitude is livid
my language explicit
this isn't fit to live in
more desolate than prison
if imaginitive envision
impossibly cold conditions
stinging like surgical incisions
and it's all for what
just to make enough
so that I'm not bankrupt
what the fudge?
impatiently I watch
the running clock
seeming to slow to a stop
til I'm off
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
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