If you have time, write a nine-line poem using these end-words (in whatever order) from Jay Z’s “Brooklyn Go Hard”: father, Dodger, jack, rob, sin, pen, love, Brooklyn, Biggie.
I watch a man as big as Biggie
get juicy as he jacks
off and calls it love-
even while he’s next to me, he feels alone in Brooklyn
but it’s especially when he’s in bed watching the Dodgers
game and I’m fisting a pen,
with a few heaves, that I’m a cheat, hungry without eating, playing “hard-on rob”.