IN THE POCKET

Thought I could curse him crazy act out
On a Sunday night what was I thinkin' 'bout

Feeling my oatmeal and two percent
Forgot I wasn't required to pay any rent

Listening to the blah-blah at the beauty shop
Silly is as silly does baby boy changed the locks

Damn, I thought I was in the pocket
See-through griping my plump behind
Fishnets and Hollywood pout with frets
Romance said I was in the pocket

Having a daydream isn't livin' in the real
If you ain't working to then scrap the deal

Feeling my oatmeal and two percent
Forgot I wasn't required to pay any rent

Listening to the blah-blah at the beauty shop
Silly is as silly does baby boy changed the locks

Damn, I thought I was in the pocket
See-through griping my plump behind
Fishnets and Hollywood pout with frets
Romance said I was in the pocket

In the pocket
In the pocket
In the pocket
Before laundry
He checks the pocket




Copyright, Nina Lee (N.L Jr.) 2013






Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2013-03-07 at 01:14

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