Ode: Non-DadOde: Non-Dad by ExitDust
To my father, rest in peace,
and to my brother, jess in yeast.
smart as a wit,
and sharp as the crack.
tack up the whip,
leave the cream alone.
because whip-its are like hugs,
just say NO2 drugs.
they lift your brain high away,
but minds bigger anyway.
which reminds me of mibi, and the maze of
words that he pens,
the phrases he blends, the rules that he bends,
the minds that he mends, the inspiration he extends,
The music he sends, the influence he lends,
has taught me how to play chess with my friends,
taught me about chris on christmas,
forgotten like trends.
taught me about lovin and leavin and cleavin,
taut lines, tight rhymes, i am even now thievin.
i don't like to steal, though i'm not a saint.
i am not an artist, but i paint.