MY CLANDE

I go through her all the time
Just like a thespian goes through his lines.
She's the addiction I just can't stop,
I try going cold turkey on her
But nothing seems to work for me.
It's funny because I don't really want to stop.
As she seethes in my bloodstream and soothes my soul
I feel alive, more alive than I've ever been.
Starve me,let me go thirsty but don't
I beg you, don't deny me her simple pleasure.
In the words of Dead Prez,
When she hits,you feel no pain,
Because her gains come with no pains.
I feel very deeply about this love,
This clandestine relationship that we have,
But it can never be thought of as a fling.
If Poetry heard about this arrangement
She would be jealous,it would break her heart.
A lot of people have used her and dumped her
But that doesn't matter to me,
She has gained a value with her old age
The more they use her and dump her
The more I love her and appreciate her.
She never PMSs, never lets me down
When I need her, I just give her a holla.
She is all the things I love and more
But don't tell Poetry you heard me say this
Because she would be jealous of my clande...
...HIP HOP