December 9

After rereading
I need to rewrite
the words inscribed
late last night
to better describe
what life is like
to a self-assigned
Einstein of the mic
every thought is a struggle
thinking outside the bubble
for an improvement though subtle
to sooth trembling knuckles
how can I connect
yet express in depth
with style that impresses
the opposite sex
taking a story out of facts
and turning that into a rap
turning that to a contract
not to slack
so my most sincere sorry
lasts nights poem was hardly
anything worth remarking
it was salty as a sardine