The wind whistles in leisure
probably morse code for u to go away
I can tell because you’re a loser
like crippling leaves crackling as they go astray

when more leaves fall unto freshly raked grass
or  when you texted me “ayee”
then accidentally a pic of your a**
too finally say goodbye to you gives me great glee

for your face saddens the earth
like crows parading the sky
I wonder why would your mother give birth
to such a horrible demise

for these opinions in my mind presented
as I stood in front of your unconscious body after you said rich whites are misrepresented