Oralympics (poem)

Once you are told you are talented with your tongue
It makes you wonder who you have to take down
to become #1
The saying the darker the Berry the sweeter the juice
I say the depth you are buried
Make you cry out in sounds that are obtuse
I trained with the best of them
I’ve trained with the worst
With all this training
It never quenched my thirst
Some like it shallow
Some like it deep as fuck
Some like to watch
They all like to buck
For those you have just started
Here is a tip
Careful of the teeth
The back of your head they will grip
Looking for the gold
I see that line
I just need to get that one
At the finish line.

(Let me know you’re out there.)