Ducking a Contract

                                               Alien Artform sci-fi Poetry
                                               Masters of Poetry Presents

                                               The Last 17 
                                               The March to 300 Poems

There's only 17 verses left
17 bullets left in the gat
heroin moves with a little crack
broken down boulders
with metal bats
online throne
I said give me that
world wide homie
go back to back
hustle for hustle
make plenty stacks

Haters ain't ready
for combat
step out of line
and get laid flat
natural born shooters
don't want to scrap
the vacants start smelling
like filthy rats
chronic starts laying
in plenty wraps

The children start playing
from contact
you snitching
now ducking a contract