outside my room door
keeps repeating re
peating, via mp3
repeating e
ven ghostbusters dammit,
as they spin on the hallway,
the damn dirty hallway
where junkfood (w)rappers
stumble and old teachers
grumble to turn that shit down
as they twist on the ground
but they keep on spinnin'
and kickin' the sky on
hands and knees and backs
wearin' ski caps inside
with nothin' to hide
sayin' who ya gonna call?
hip hop cultcha.
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