Nobody wants to rhyme with orange.
But orange you glad I brought it up,
in the first place.
So take a seat and wait for me to get on the stage.
I’ll be the one spiting fire and getting kicked off
before the next song plays.
Laughing as I drop the mic
never needed one when I rhyme.
Go ahead and take your time
I know my rhymes sometimes bleed out lies.
The mental stress building up sometimes
A shady neighborhood. Don’t go inside
Until we meet next time.
Melissa Stein 
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