Dis poem
Just like its spitta, sho aint shy
Making grown men cry
Like salt in an open wound
With a flow that's got 'em marching to MY tune
Cuz DIS poem
Is BOLD and all up in ya FACE
Wishin' anotha poet WOULD try to take its place!
Dis poem
One day, will be found by archaeologists
It'll be explicated and dissected by anthropologists
Tryna unravel the secrets of its ancient lore
Digging ever deeper hoping to find even more!
Dis poem
Will have 'em scratchin' their heads over how
Every word and line transcends the grammar
An epic discovery causing an internat'l clamor
Over who gets to keep it,
Each country hopin' to lay claim
While tryna translate the author's name:
Just WHO wuz this "SNUG AS A GLOVE?!"
To pen DIS POEM as if scribed from above!
But leaving such a priceless gift
As they still work to catch the drift
Of its meaning so esoteric, aloof and lyrical
Defying the generic, providing proof empirical
That Dis poem
Was made for the Ages
But see... they gotta digest it in STAGES!
Underlining, highlighting and taking notes thru its pages
Cuz DIS POEM
Is something they've never seen before!
And just when they think they've got it,
There's still more to explore!
Armed guards will rotate serving duty
Willing to lay down their lives, protecting its beauty
Tourists will view it under alarmed glass and literally weep
Day and night,
TEAMS of Professors will convene and confer, losing sleep
Dis poem will spur imaginations, feed fascinations
Dis poem will theme doctoral dissertations
Dis poem
Dis poem
DIS POEM!