The Next Thing You Know (my go at poetry)

When you got no hope,

and there ain’t nowhere to go

but your mind’s so dope,

so you chose to let it go

the next thing you know,


yo mama’s in the show,

yo dada’s on the floor,

moving it slow-mo,

giving it up to the flow but wait,

the next thing you know,


yo homie’s in the house,

you’re sad to have them over

coz you’re as quiet as a mouse,

and your life’s just fucked you over

so the next thing you know


you choose to continue to the show,

for which, you recover the flow,

so the moral of the story

being, the next thing you know,

you reap just what you sow.



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