My new rap composed tonight.
Nikki’s State of the Race
She set the pace
to pander to race
just in case
she goes from joker to ace
and by some grace
she makes teardrops trace
down each Trumper’s face
as if shot with mace.
βIt is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.β
β William Carlos Williams
From: Asphodel, That Greeny Flower & Other Love Poems (1955)
Whoa!
“new rap composed tonight.”
Very nice but must you call it a rap?