The Bisbee Flow – a poem

Posted by Rye on June.13.2016 in Poems |

I wrote this around 2009. I was inspired to write it because many words can rhyme with Bisbee. For the first time ever published and publicized and in honor of my dear friend, Michael Bisbee, here is my poem, rap, spoken word or whatever ya wanna call it:

So I’m at the beach where the chicks be
with FamBam – Dex, Sammy, Joe &  Bisbee.
We be eatin’, swimmin’ and tossin’ the Frisbee.
Then from the cut, I see a PYT who digs me.
I play it koo, and hope she don’t diss me.
I walk on over, ask her name; it’s Trixie.
Just moved to Cali; she’s from where the Knicks be.
We chattin’, laughin’, jokin’, then it hits me…
I’m feelin’ her like a shot of Henny – tipsy.
I wanna take it a lil further; ima be risky.
Hour past sunset, plotting to have her kiss me.
Fam’s doing their thang; they don’t miss me.
Staring in her eyes, oh so fly, and them lips be
luscious…I caress her face. She gets blushy.
Our lips meet. We get closer, then get touchy.
We all alone on this beach; it’s magical, like a pixie.
I’m now fillin’ her up, like a cup – Dixie.
Something’s gonna happen! Then she tricks me…
She has to go… We exchange numbers.. I hope she hits me…
Rhymes for my boy, Michael Bisbee. (new line. Lol)

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