Black Poetry : THIS SITE IS WHACK ONLY TWO PEOPLE POSTS AND i THINK OUR RHYMES ARE BEING FED TO A CHATBOT PART OF AN EXPERIMENT

[rhymebad]

Think they flew across town.
Oh, she’s in a specified state.
It’s best she hides her cake.
The sex so sweet it went.
And you have a unique scent.
Oh, he has a sick plan.
And it’s spic and span.
Like MISTER CLEAN
It blisters the scene.
He’s smoking lace.
And like a broken vase
No flowers in this

 

[rhymebad]

No flowers in this
But there’s powers in a kiss.
He believed in tradition.
And achieved his ambition.
To become her lover
and discover.
A bling lifestyle
It was nice for a while.
His quotes surviving.
While folks driving
In search for words of gold
When there’s thoughts of anger

 

[rhymebad]

When there’’s thoughts of anger
Why fraught with danger
Words have style and dope
Like a herd of wild goats
If this stampede
a girl’s panties be damp indeed.
He posts rhymes.
But like the coastline
It’s onshore.
She’s a clever queen.
But sex never her scene
The lames in this world

 

[rhymebad]

The lames in this world
Are like untamed curls.
They every which way
but loose he itch today.
Aw girl your butt fly.
But he needs some shuteye.
Let him take her home.
He wanna get her cake alone.
So, he can bang her panties.
He checked for romance in town.
got caught with his pants down.
Now with a chance for a renown

 

[rhymebad]

Now with a chance for a renown
Love affair,
he wanna be gitting cute lace
She’s sitting on a suitcase
Trying stuff clothes
Into it enough flows
She has heard and knows.
The outcome
No doubt he wants some.
A rookie flow.
Is like cookie dough.
It’s sweet but will heat.