Mr. Savage Writer
Allow me to introduce myself.
Wassup, allow me to introduce myself.
The name is savage writer.
The s stands for *censored*, just kiddin—
Mr. Savage Writer is my title of address.
I don’t wear suspenders,
turtlenecks, suits, or moccasins—
That is for lames, man!
You’ll hardly ever see me dress up.
I rock a clean pair of denim, hoodie
donning the head, brushing up
against my afro-centric haircut.
A pair of Nikes to accompany me.
With bags under my eyes that are so dark—
You can see the amount of poetry that I write.
I don’t carry a briefcase—
I wouldn’t even get into Wall Street
Cuz’ of this knife inside my pocket.
I got caught slipping a few months ago, so—
No way it'll ever happen again.
Never leave the house without it.
I don’t carry around a nametag.
Maybe I do not have any corporate experience—
But I know the nonsense the government is selling.
Mr. Savage Writer, okay—
That is enough for today!
About the Creator
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