AproposA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionWanted to WRITE my way out of a block today. So I had to pose a question: How many wordsmiths does it take to make you say, "Oh, s**t!"?How many wordsmiths does it take to make you say... Oh, s**t!? I say 'a hunnid', 'cause I'm more real than the chase for the bill is.... (No s**t!) put a couple in my hands, so I know what the dough is.... Set my alarm clock on the early, wake up and start baking like the doughnut guy did. Intent on hawking down dreams that get more real with each scene.... I hear 'em yellin' action.... I need to be seen.... because this s**t is a trip. No, really..... how many wordsmiths does it take to make you say.... Oh, s**t!? the latest instrument I've learned to master sits on the tip of my two lips; be careful when it slips away and sails from the ship, it feels like the barrage from a full clip, with the guts of a hock spit and the trigger-mans moxy. Approximately seventy-percent of the nations haters can drown in the water as I watch from the harbor. I need the other thirty to watch slowly as I negotiate with the man, a smart barter. They let me keep my freedom of speech if I agree to keep the peace; but...no, really.... how many wordsmiths does it take to make you say.... Oh, s**t!? Just one, son....you just gotta get the right tongue. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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