A poem for Exzes

Jason 13th

Exzes is not deep. Yet still alas he still tries,
Hes got a dictionary, no flow, mans scared, its in his eyes
See I tell the truth, I dont be tellin no lies,
Sit down "tim", breath deeply. Dry them eyes. No need to cry


You say Iraqis run from you?, haha yo check dis guy
They run towards you, yeh?
yeah and I know why.


See I was there that day, I was watchin way up high
Exzes in a turban, arab in disguise
He was caught red handed, raiding greggs supplies
Sitting crossed legged in the corner, EATING/ALL/THEM/PIES/

Try to run away, got caught Cant run on them thighs
So, he stands there at gun point, and says as he crys.

"Please mister dont shoot me, I did not mean no harm
I got hungry, I couldnt help it. please, no need for the alarm
My momma hasnt fed me,
No milk from her tits, She bites off her toenails and tells me there chips
I don't have no money, so I rob and I steel, oh god someone help me¨ (so he cries and he kneels)

"Dont shoot me, please im fat, and have red hair
I dont think think there could be anything worse. is there?

I'll get on my knees, and I'll beg with a prayer
I'lll know I'll be good, by allah I swear"

Thats when the arab picks him up off the ground
Undoes his zip, quietly makin no sound
Pulls it all out, Exzes starts to frown
"Bend ova innit, cum make allah proud"


am i worthy of a reply

Exzes

Awww, my own little poem, posted at a ridiculous time such as 6 am. Were you up all night writing that sweetheart? Nice poem filled with falicy and deceit, but, at least you tried.

Slick Miss

I want to hump that poem. I love it long time. Hump hump hump.

Lady Sovereign

Laughs at the lameness of one post in here. Not saying no names though. But it made me crease. LMAO