UnPoetia:Fresh whore of Bel Air

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Now this is the story all about how

My head got flipped, turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute just kneel right there

I'll tell you how I became the whore of a town called Bel-air

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground where I spent most of my days

Chilling out, climaxing, relaxing all cool

And all chewing some balls outside of the school

When a couple of guys, they were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighbourhood

I got in one little gangrape and my mom got scared

And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the

License plate said "whore" and had an ass in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes suck you later!"

Looked at my brothel I was finally there

To sit on my knees as the whore of Bel-air