THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Pharaohs Army]

I can't do this every morn.
Well
maybe I can because I've been doing this since I was born.
A medicine man he brought me fluid-- in a gourd.
He said "drink up.
I think you'll like this stuff."
It's a hip-hop drink. It will make your writing-not-suck."
I said "You better shut your mouth.
What kind of medicine man comes to my house?,
with a gourd of liquid espousing
that it can cure my hip-hop."
.."This-one!" he said. "Now hurry before I get caught.
Everyone in the industry must drink one."
.."This Sucks!"
.."Ya think,son?"
"Yes
i think-it-does."

It went on like that for hours.
I finally took a swig thinking I have nothing to lose,
but I Could-gain special powers.
.He left-i-let-it-set fer hours.
I even took a shower.
Put on my Eddie Bauer.
When I drank it-it tasted like water but several hours later
my mouth felt sour.
I thought maybe it's kicking in.
I better get a pen and see if I'd write sicker-than-I'd-been.
Sure-enuff the potion was effective.
I'd share it with you bt-it's Persa-nul.
"F"it. I quit writing went to the sofa with french fries and ketchup.
There was some Netflix I hadta catch up--
some regular episodes and a few specials.

I never saw the medicine man again.
At least I gave him a list of many-mainstream artises address.