Spitting bars in his mama’s wombA bonafide wordsmith, profusely sweating rhymes“What are you? Make up your mind” olde fart English-Lit teacher asked, for his crimesCan’t fit this brother into a tomb. Some sit in a lecture hall poncing over ProustWhile Ed’s ticked off TikTok with his YouTube comedy shortsSome laugh, some cry, some get on […]

Poem: Bard to the Bone — Medeacine