( your underwear don’t lie! )
© A Poem by Nephtalí
Hey mr. President
I’m gonna mail u my chones
send them to congress
both houses
get ‘em inspected
check out the caca-tracks
no toilet paper
in the jail u got me at
see what I’m made of
check out
my native DNA
then go look at yours
both houses
aint gonna talk about your wives
I got a little more decorum
but in your inner sanctum sanctorum
find out where you come from
then you might have an idea
who’s really from here
and who aint
no shit !


March 25, 2010 


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