Blues Joint

fancy roses red

Roll me like a joint.

Rock me,

like I don’t got bones.

Say you got red hot lovin,

well honey man,

bring it on.

Say you got red-hot lovin daddy,

well rock yo mama till

the meat fall off the bone.

Show me why

I won’t leave you alone.

Roll me like a joint.

Rock me,

like I don’t got bones.

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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