Pants And Plotters Poem by Earnest Gatuma

I hate black pants,
I am sorry I have got sarcastic guts,
When I mentioned how sexy they look on you,
I was making fun of how ebony you overdo,
But much better it's for a blonde in a Sunny swimsuit,
Now every mofo thinks that's my taste gear,
You have no idea,
To bait me you gotta pay much than hookers in ebony pants,
Pay much than reading my poems to analyze my action stunts,
Brain wash me and state that am an addict,
We know very well that's a personal craft,
You could bet on that,
Falsifying me and tapping into my phone,
Tapping into my life will not get your desire drawn,
I know your goal is to get me into jail,
You told me that a while ago Uncle Kail,
You could work with your colleagues,
Intervene with police,
Radicalize my grandma,
But I'll always stand with my share,
Possibly you will die before me,
Miserably.