My sense of poetry, as an object and in a formal sense, is that if you push it and it doesn’t like what you’re up to it will push you back. Hard.
“I got a letter from my insurer the other day
Opened and read it (“This has gotta be good news”)
Said that the treatment wasn’t covered
Turned to the family like, “I guess just forget it” (“Just forget it”)
Big fake laugh (“Ah, hahahahaha!”)
This ain’t a Denzel movie, don’t try to think fast
Don’t start changin’ lanes, get yourself whiplashed
Oh look, got yourself a shit bag (“Oh, whaddya know?”)”
billy woods | “bigfakelaugh”