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A Poem by MichaelG.
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This is a rap I guess?

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Always was one to keep things down,

Seein it ain’t quite right, I’m tryin to avoid the blight life

ridden with strife, it’s time I find a f****n housewife

 

Can’t find a difference between the days,

losing my way, mind’s trapped inside a maze

months are blending in a haze,

years are slipping in a lonely glaze,

Gonna come out dripping from swimmin with 86 sting rays.

Short on the hoorays, always in a confused daze, spittin out nothin but “ok’s”

Slammin’ blue jays in doorways, turnin all my slays and lays into served purees,

You can feel free to call me sensei.

Rewind to the prey of Pompeii, too bad they weren’t saved by that b***h Yahweh.

Worst is always midday,

Obsessed with this craze to inlay my decay

Why they blind to all these displays of restricted airways?

absent of progress, seems I’ve got nothin but off-days.

 

Gotta leave this place, to try and find mine, maybe somewhere with the alpines.

Slammin back Bromine with my boy Einstein in our private airline,

Maybe he can teach me sine and cosine.

Terrorizing lifelines with these vicious canines,

Seein the coastline, only got one problem on mind:

Askin’ Father Time which feline to throw in which turbine.

Kickin back on the recline with my M1 carbine,

Trying to define the meaning of divine

Crackin jawlines to the beat of the bassline

Woulda made it to the shoreline if our engine didn’t go benign.

So I’m standin on this beach still right on time, thinkin

Maybe this bottle of moonshine will let me hang my worries on a clothesline

So I can finally enjoy all the sunshine and this beautiful skyline.

 

 

Wadin’ through this rough terrain,

Nothing to sustain, nothing to gain, nothing but a lamebrain

Think I’m humane?

I’ve got two types of vain,

Meet my friends octane and butane-

Here to ordain the bloodstain and attain the strain.

Found a new main, hoe’s name’s Jane

She got her own vain, helpin restrain the reign of her cocaine domain,

It ain’t working out, time to send the b***h back to the Ukraine

Send their leader some champagne, takin’ over his campaign

Lost the race cause of the stain from Wednesday’s chow-mein

Flyin home, shot down over Spain in a germane warplane,

I’m hoping to choke on all this methane.

And yet still, no one understands:

I fear I’m going insane

Let me try to explain, can’t promise I won’t lie

 

Inspiration’s hard to come by,

Day after day, finding it harder to give it another try

Guess its time to try the land of the squinty-eyed.

Handin’ out potpies in Shanghai,

Slappin’ Thai b*****s with thick thighs,

Givin 9 Rabbis Columbian neckties,

After all, thought they could use some shuteye.

In the month of July, it’s always me spreadin’ the pinkeye,

Backhandin’ Popeye with a handful of cacti,

B*****s givin me more than a steady supply,

Except your girl cause she looks twice as fat when seen through a fisheye.

Time to say your goodbyes, you’ve got no choice but to comply,

Ya got five seconds before I throw you in that pigsty.

I’m anti-ally, keepin’ my life on standby,

Giving all the mommies creampies.

Oh, forgot to tell you, you can call me dad,

Cause when we made you, it was in a triad.

So when you came out, you was all cockeyed

Told the nurse, I don’t want that, that’s f****n fungi.


 

© 2013 MichaelG.


Author's Note

MichaelG.
imagine a thuggin' beat over this

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hahaha... I love the note you added.

For a piece that you intended to be rap, based on the way it is structured here, the flow seems a little off in places... But based on how you chose to structure it, I'm pretty sure you didn't mean this to be read in the traditional way one might read a rap verse.

The usage of multi's was everywhere and nicely done. I find that a lot of times when people try to pull off a long string of multi's, they force it to the point where it becomes cheesy and begins to take away from the piece. With that said, stanza 4 was very well executed in that regard. Props to you! That is, until after your "takin over his campaign" line... After that it did feel a bit overdone.. May have been better to switch the rhymes up at that point. Just some food for thought =]

Overall this was a fun read



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Ouch.

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