Richmond K Turner - Arriving
There was a slight chill in the air...
The Seniors of '05 are gone,
The tears have been shed...
Acting is a life
Mine to be specific...
What am I?
1, I'm very fun...
I have a pageant for which is
coming...
Nine months are done and the time has come,
Time to deliver her desired baby son...
Pack your bags little child
You're leaving now, you're getting out...
Why do we just stand by and watch,
When we should be concerned instead...
Standing on the floor
Hearing the crowd roar...
Don't mess with me,
The RapMasta is coming back...
Red yellow purple and blue
in my head I'm next to you...
~*I wrote this poem the day that the terrorists...
There's a hole in the world tonight...