Downstairs from Summer now. September first. Hoping for better, but, ready for worst. Feeding hunger. Quenching thirst. Younger. Tender, but terse. When ignorant ones. Don't understand. My rap rhyme verse. Putting my reply. In reverse. Backing negativity into a hearse. As a star, with bursts. Juicy. But, never loose, see. Duck, duck, ducking. Goose. So, my family. Can spruce. From its roost. As train engine. To haters, "kaboose ". Absolutely, my rap rhyming is obtuse. Diffuse of its use. Not for bully, abuse. A super man. Where I stand. But, not ...