Open Run Sessions

Junk Food Poetry

Dear JuJu

When you know the honey is hot

Remember you're a bee

Don't let them see you got a chip on your shoulder

Be wise

Be smart

Be bold

If they want you to leave

Go

Let them feel the power of your absence

It'll sting

Respectfully

Stop being a ho ho

Stop lying with everyone you meet

Just because they're nutty

Don't mean they're your butty

God gave you lemons

Use your head

Instead of your glands

Push progress power powerfully

Grace given graciously

Create concepts creations and masterpieces

Get the cream but don't be fickle

These bars are so sick they're sickle

Never sell yourself short

You got work to do old sport

I refuse to take breaks

I'm not taking five

I'm the man of fire

100 Grand

Holy trinity lives in me

I'm a musketeer

Patching up sour degenerates

Never entertaining tricks

I get all the treats

Find me in the Bullet Club

Throwing the hook up

Screaming too sweet

Moving with your two feet

I'm Pyro

A hot tamale

These bars are too much heat

I got flow that's mighty

I'm ready for my cameo

That this poem tastes like candy

I dare you too laugh laffy

Before it gets taffy

Ducking gooses like its rabbit season daffy

Public service announcement

If this hurts your ego and pride

Fix your cavities and capillaries

To my regular consumers

My loyal and day ones

Remember the fire that burns in you

Not all junk food is bad for you

But not everything is good to consume