The Blue Books
after “The Blue Kool” by Terrance Hayes
Yo, you as dumb as the sidewalk beneath my feet.
That’s why I feel dissing you is a waste of my
intelligence, but, ladies and gents,
here I am. You may have the limousine,
the expensive-ass jacket,
but tell me, Kool, cornier than Kid Cuisine,
do you really think you can outsmart me?
I wear my parachute pants so Mrs.
Kool has some easy access,
ya feel me? Cause your girl sure does.
Come back to me when you stop sweating
from that ugly-ass, knock-off, fake
diamond faux fur coat. Goodwill
equals good deals, but go ahead,
spend a couple bands on some
scratchy, fake shit.
They call me Books because my rhymes
are a Shakespearean experience,
I’ll write your side chick
a sonnet, 14 lines, now she’s really feelin’ it.
A symphony? Boy, this is my magnum opus.
Don’t need no sympathy, chill the hell out,
Kool, you need to focus. Your rhymes are wack,
little guy. Don’t talk about me.
- kaden alexander bell