Baby Back 🍖
Photo by Emerson Vieira on Unsplash.
“I want my
Baby back,
Baby back,
Baby back.
I want my
Baby back,
Baby back,
Baby back.
I want my
Baby back
Baby back
Baby back…”
BABY BACK
RIB, Adam?
Cus now you find it hard to breathe,
And now you’re SCARED, Adam?
Like you’re the master of disguise,
And now you’re BARE, my love?
Just like an astronaut,
Without a helmet,
Dora the Explorin’
I will NOT.
Be swiped by Swipers,
would’ves,
could’ves,
should’ves,
I did NOTS.
It’s like I’m talking to a calculator,
Fucking BOTS.
And we’re a constellation,
But you can’t connect the dots.
Cus you done kicked your gems across the floor, like fucking rocks.
You ain’t that hungry for me…
No, you don't give A-Damn
Cus God done told you to your FACE
That I’m the Promise Land.
He took your rib,
And half your heart,
He even even slayed the LAMB—
…But a PIG replaced your RIB,
So you don’t understand.
No, you don’t get His plan
It’s like you smoked a joint
And now the only time you hear me
Is when I fucking “OINK”
So E-I-E-I-UH OHHH
What’s the fucking point?
Because for every single step I take
I disappoint—
As if I’m not anoint-ED
& not appoint-ED
By Jesus Christ Himself,
It’s like I miss appoint-MENTS.
If you’re the Old McDonald
Then I’m Animal Crossing.
Cus life is both the good and bad
The winning and lossing—
I mean losing
& misusing
that led to black and blue bruises
and muses and mess Cinderel–
–LUPPED in distress and
Did I mention?…
That I am THE Sexy Prayer Poet?!
That’s right—I’m THE Main Idea Mami.
A Jersey Mike’s Italian Sub
With extra salami.
I make a point
Then fold it up
Like it’s origami.
A message in a bottle
Hoping one day you’ll find me.
My baby back,
Baby back,
Baby back
Baby…
I miss you so much,
Everytime I go crazy.
I love you so much
with my heart on my sleeve.
But we must accept,
That we’re Adam and Eve.
And even mankind wouldn’t
Walk with your steeze
So lately, it
Feels like Adam
Means a couples of Steves,
Apples, Jobs,
Despite the odds
We bite the fruit
THEN pray to God.
Cus we’re forbidden, baby…
