Poetry with a Floe

Title: Reborn you.
Style: Spoken Word.
I have the tools you need that would make you irresistible. I've been doing this since New York City have been using bambu'. If you clap your hands twice they're all will be dancing in Egyptian for you. I've already crowned you KING and QUEEN you were born Royal I'm your Steet father that's why I adore you and, to the dumb, dedf and blind, this is definitely for you. At this present time your signnal bars are so low you should use a homing pigeon. Because that's how long it takes before your instant messaging get the reaching Morse code is more in your Division, I can hand sign if you can't listen, or get a TTY George Jetson Vis-O-phone connection. I'm that mad scientist in the kitchen with my teeth glistiening, my hands spinning, and my back is hunched again, and my laugh has that Hood Grin While preparing for that spectacular well-rounded life. Educating men, children and women, like a Native American Indian mending your organs from deep within, black coffee is the knowledge I'm bringing. I'm running a Seance is what I'm saying, I'm scribbling on your school desk with crayons. I must start from the beginnings. There's a lot of homie kins that can use my mending and I'm woke, and I'm civilizing them while we are changing like chameleons, because all birds flock to-get-her great minds think together now spell them whatever, I know that was kind of clever, so bright it's like actingniting an old flash gunpowerd camera, the light so debonair you should have seen one, the Kodak camera with the round bulb flash son, then they came out with the square bulb one we shook this one while the immaculate one's develop like the sun. Instantermaic, digital, and now cellphoneone one's yes a phenomenal! PEACE.