RemixA Poem by MofloInspired by the reaction of an Urban-dressed youth at a jukebox.
"Standing in line, marking time
Waiting on the welfare dime 'Cuz they can't buy a job" It's at this point that he realizes The song he picked came with surprises, Forehead veins begin to throb. Excitement fades, it's not the song He used to like, he'd sing along. His fingers scramble for the skip His body cowers like a mass Of soldiers fumbling for their masks After being told a gas-shell's hit. And now he is appalled to hear A slower song that hurts his ears And renders him to take all measures To prove this song did not exist! Its ravished beat! Its cringing twist! "2Pac had no predecessor!" As a rural voice, instead, protrudes A southern drawl, acoustic tune A beat, to him, sounds only jaded. Uncomfortable to what he's heard, While what he's used to is preferred, He waits until the song has faded. -And says: "Its 2Pac's song, it was always his!" As all the bar agrees with strength, I get mad, but soon grow less than passionate, As in the modern music market, That's Just The Way It is. © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on May 31, 2011 Last Updated on June 5, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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