The Toxic Moon Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Why do I care?
Cause I'ma put you on a stretcher,
You say classic is rare,
Euros could get me a personal teller,
Since the golden ratio transcends a philanthropist's care,
Got to stay fixed like a square,
Only virtue is when I hoard the limited share,
Lived on the top of the scraper like I'm the mayor,
Now I am sky rocketing towards the exosphere,
Loaded my quiver with some sticks tier,
Scoping the moon cause it bleeds somewhere.

Should have known you were bluffing Nigga
When you said your body count surprises the undertaker,
See me at my will cause am at the Nebula,
Can't stop me cause am the thriving prophecy of Aman-Ra,
Self proclaimed cause the moon accounts fear,
My fear reflects the uncertain love for Cleopatra,
Pizza is a tradition for lunatics who spare,
If you spare your lust to indulge into tonic water,
The fast seconds your higher power,
The kind of support with an end so bitter,
The heavenly body so pure but screwed by NASA,
Bearing technological toddlers,
The moon is intoxicated with cyanide favors,
It's a matter of time I suggest an euthanasia.