Plum ain’t Yum (poem)

 

Rotting and clotting, as always

Neither red nor blue just like a useless clue

Still better than a chameleon anyways

There’s no real so called ‘kick’

As there’s no ball since it is already lost

Since the days of hood were killed by the brick

Laid by a few seconds at an unknown cost

I feel like nothing but a piece of glue

The glue glitch virus which leads to chronic D

And makes millions of life, pay a fee.