Bitch Boy Karma

There is a richochet.

No matter what you say.

Maybe not today,

But it’s coming.

If I were you,

I’d start running.

Not off from your mouth which

Brought you so far south.

Your north star can’t be seen.

But see your tail now,

Where have you been?

And who in the hail has been screening

Your dreams and their understanding?

‘Bout this at hand…

Ya, it will be so grand

When you learn that, you…?

Are making you pay.