MFT

Alex Dionisio

Mashed black beans with the celery
Cucumber with the radish greens
A cig and coffee while I make a hot piece
Pleasing myself ‘cause no one pleases my self

Making a hot jam
Putting words on the spot, man
Or jotting so the rhyme’s phat
But it’s always fab

A hot shower with no soap
My body is not grease-soaked
Brushing teeth, no Listerine though
I got floss when necessary, boy

A good book with another cig
A swig of nonalcoholic
Meal prep done ahead of schedule

A head full of splendid things
It’s like I can’t come down
Kid on the jungle gym
Checking for music on Bandcamp
I’m always on it

Toast with avo
Not too much of it
Quiet walks with the trees
Amongst the bliss

Sleeping naked with the covers on
Jerking off ‘cause I gotta cum
Eating starch with no animal stuff
Waking up and inhaling love

Transcribe the lyrics when the song is good
Sometimes artists bring the hot
It is understood

Covering bases
Smothering face with cool water
Take the towel and dry off the flood

Watching movies with the sound on
What it do to me
It is so profound

Listening to the vegan docs
Letting my hair grow to the penis spot
Staying sharp like the needles are

Doing the laundry when I have to
Charging devices when they’re half full
Or less than that full
Fucking the mattress, chicks aren’t at him
Listen to Beatles, bands from back then

A fresh tomato with the salt on it
Keeping few things, living spartan
Doing dishes with no soap either
‘cause my dishes I never grease up

Air popped popcorn with the hot sauce
Apples and peanut butter to put on them
Making beats to make the song rocking
My head is all nodding

Get off with hip-hop
My main lover
My whole life is rap music
It takes over

Making this life a work of art
Doing my part
I can describe this life
But you can’t like this life
Until you work it out
One can’t live this life
Unless they give it a shot