King’s Island

I was Cincinnati’s poetry naw I was mentioning Cincinnati in some Poetry
We were highlands coffee with a sitwell’s ginger snap
I was Uc down by the the Clifton Heights
There was Northside down by the Vomit Comet
You could drink every night in Cincinnati
And get some weed out back
I was like the Esquire Theatre
You could buy tickets to see me
There was a Fountain in a Square
And a woman had it all under control
The mayor was making certain the bills got paid
And there were a lot of bills
A long bus ride could take you to the Kings Island
The kings never left the island much

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