Chaps Memoir : Retired frm carin
Holdin court on the front porch of my mind
Surviving on black coffee, joint pain, and pure bewilderment at what yall are doin
Went to Bojangles cause the kid wanted supremes. Girl at the window (one of my students) says “they gotta cook”
I say jokingly “Awe maaaaan”
A lady walks by with a attitude saying “nobody comes here this late”
To purchase for thy child an house of lodging for a revel such as Diddy’s is verily madness. Come not unto me with talk of the consequences and repercussions; for all of that resteth solely upon thee.
Parent Score: F