A Poet, Out of Order

I’m a poet, out of order
lost in my notes
gotta get ready with no practice
I might choke
I’m a poet, out of order
I missed church last week
and I skipped devotion
I’m a poet, out of order
thinking sick thoughts
like sexin’, cab confessions
since I missed church last week
I gotta learn my lesson
I’m a poooet, out of orrrder
words don’t make sense
was on the mic but couldn’t rock it
was on life support but got pulled from the socket
I’m a poet, out of order
in-between, kinda, sorta
maybe I outta, get focused
cut off the TV, turn down the music
would you believe me
that I’m a poet, out of order
no son, no daughter
got a million poems worth a quarter
yes I’m a poet, out of order
out of order, out of order
damn now I’m skippin’
as if punched by De La Hoya
out of order, I’m a poet
dyslexic flow, but you wouldn’t know it
a poet, out of order
slamming words, on the verge, I will be heard
cause I’m a poet, out of order
running out of breath
am I the last one left
that’s a poet, out of order
out of order, out of order.