I’m cross in a tempest,
in thought that stole my rest.
Like Einstein, I possess wit,
this thought has striped me of it.
Like Tyson, I gat blows,
this thought has cast my gloves.
Guided like Bill Gates with wealth,
this thought, brought me to earth.
Jordan-like, all my balls I duck,
this thought race me like a duck.
Still, I’m stuff with rhyme like Jackson,
yet, this thought smoked my throat with Benson.
Dizzy at the thought of you,
Dreaming in the world of two,
I’m lost, falling and falling in thought,
I’m dogged in your world of thought.
