If I could
I would take my words off the first crop from a peach tree
so I could make them taste sweeter than every other sentence you've heard.
See if I could,
I would make a language out of the leather that makes snares
so I could beat your ear drums
like Nick Cannon.
Yup, I said that.
That just happened.
If I could,
I would have a choreographer for my fingers
so my poetry could dance around your thoughts.
And do other cool shit I cant say.
If I could,
I would contract a German scientist
to turn my meanings into synthetic bubble gum.
So you could keep my words in your mouth longer.
If I could,
I would change all of Gucci Manes lyrics to
the sound of crack being made.
If I could,
I would wash my heart out with bleach to separate
your filthy memory from my definition of love.
If I could,
I would fast forward to a time when I know love personally.
If I could,
I would rewind back to when I didn't have to wonder if I love myself.
If I could,
I would pause
for a really long time just to fuck up my syntax.
If I could,
I would forgive Micheal Jordan for having so many mid life crisis's.
Its okay.
All the other numbers after 23 didn't matter.
Neither did the baseball bat.
If I could,
I would write poetry on the inside of every Chemistry textbook
so students dont need equations to know they matter.
If I could,
I would end this really creatively:
Two kids walk into a bar, the bar tender says
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