I'm Policing

About myself and my poetry.

Excuse me you have a piece of corn in your Gray...
But why?....
For bliss or bane?....
Forfeit or break?....
Tidiness or disarray?..
My wordplay is like swordplay...
With ease I slash affray with no procrastinatin, but rightaway...
Like M.J. and his graceful display....
It's just another day on the court with the fadeaway....
The mention of M.J. tells you that I'm great....
It's a clear giveaway....
Of course it was different back in my days...
This is for real not gameplay or screenplay.....
A 360 or broadway....
I like theater, but not drama...
Still I got three years of excellence....
When I freelance It comes with substance...
Lightning from my persistence shines bright with florescence......
Rare heard words that stand out like graffiti my words are thick well-done and meaty Inside or outside any meeting...
sounds different from drum to chest beatin....
I been mind scheming now I get treated like I'm conceited... .
Now when I enforce my words the world knows I'm policin.....