Poem For Rachel

The Rachel

Is in season.

Let it be known that when i'm on the phone

 i tend to moan
 rachel is not made of foam!
 and i will bust you
 if i must move
 in order to make my way to her home
 to get us all alone
 as our skin doth shone
 and we, uh, groan
 y'know

She hyperventilates

And masturbates

 but don't tell her i said so!
 i'm not supposed to know
 it's just that i spyed on her one day
 after she'd not been getting any play

Hey! it happens to all of us.

she thinks that she's a rap star

 that's why she and i haven't gone too far
 what with matt and spike and jesse around
 you've gotta realise
 we got it down
 to an art
 all this "hit my cl-izz-it" shit
 we've got the eye out down-town
 waitin' for hot pimps too quit bein' clowns
 get legit

she's snorting now.

 guess that's a sign.

 we're gonna go mack on ho's
 and shoot down foes
 cuz everybody knows
 she's my lay-dee
 and if i were a fella
 i'd be hers
 hella.

 i heart her
 (that means "love")
 no matter the weather
 (come push to shove)
 

Did i mention i love her?

Your mother.

Hovah'.

-naomi