We REAL Cool

Oh yeah, we real cool.

We real cool; I'd love you like you love me. I love you. Player's pool peep game.
Then she came.

We real cool; I smell you dooky! You my butta butt, real smooth. I really love you. I love the way you smile, I love the way we skip school.
I love the way you tell your friends. I'm a big kid boo.

I love the way you creep on me, your shadow is my reflection. Your blessed skin, I'll rub it. I'll caress you, am I in love shit (****)?!

I can't stand you, you're so cool. Your dope, you're the stars (****) I smoke.
I breathe you constantly. Non-stop. And constantly,
I'm undressing you with my mind.

Free at last, I hate you. I need that. I want it, I yearn for it.

Make me beg for it.
Arf, I'm woofin' you we real cool let's jazz tunes.
With Jazz June; let's live life to its fullest.

Seven at the Golden Shovel I want to write poems like this:

We REAL Cool.