one-mic:

He’s tense.

Hesitance.

Yo, here’s a swig for his troubles,

so she goes from hella fine to average,

he starts having rebuttals.

Her modesty is subtle,

and his gestures seem to fumble.

Her lack of patience is apparent,

his speech turns into mumbles.

It’s just him and her, center in the rink,

 a fight sets off the rumble.

Surroundings crumble.

Tag team with another round of shots, and just like his drink,

he starts seeing things in double.

Double the bitch.

like two nights ago

you get “fucked” two nights in a row

You can’t be a knight, you’re too nice.

And tonight makes two nice eyes

that meet twice.

Or..was it too timed?

Were you two timed?

Poetry in motion

Your moves, too rhymed?

Drink. Keep drinking.

Drunk. Kept drunken.

No antacid can fix a heart sunken.

Nerves have you vexed.

The verve has you next.

He-he-he..

Hesitance.