fastarizzzulduke

Early this morning, a few friends and I went to Ihop to study a little bit. They were doing accouting, criminal law, and i was writing some poems for a friend at work. Quietness is a good thing, but too much quietness is not, We must do things in moderation as Aristotle would say.

Suddenly, noise erupts. I mean almost like an atomic bomb were to hit Ihop right square in the center of our table. A group of people walk in and talk as loud as they can. Talking about stabbing people in the temple, calling people at odd times in the morning, having sex with a dry pussy. I was stunned at the genius of these people. I couldn't understand how such topics could be discussed among people. Slamming on tables, ordering food to the waiter while he is not even at their table asking for orders.

Totally amazed by this, I wrote a poem:

stab somebody in the temple,
describe me and charge me.
that's some real shit.

I check pockets.
It's in my butt vibrating
Cal that motherfucker right now
I was like dude, no shit.

She's all, it's like
five o'clock in the morning
and two eggs
please mess up

that nigga don't get shit
he was fucking on air

We're ready.