Give Me Books or Give Me DeathA Poem by Shawn CriderBabbles. If anything.
The tone which includes profanity laced vulgarity should be enough for you to accurately profile without knowing.
Couple switches of linguistics then all of the sudden a language becomes poisen. Its all the noise not the rage, that dwells inside minimum wage whenever I raise hell because I can't afford the stakes. Look at me, A walking allegory trapped inside a story written by various voices who just got lay off notices, Rhyme word for word truthfully it never gets boring, There is no reason for me to never stop blurting or cursing! Damn its like we sit behind a curtain waiting to be picked, I guess the blacker the berry more poisen, I guess it really sucks to be chosen, F**k it; even feel worthy! When your school gets funded out then you're just unlucky. Unfortunate bad rep of a generation fighting for common placement in a land where mines are often placed in, Disgraced and disfigured they can't recall our faces, All they know are races and how many are ever won how many times have hands triedto block the sun? Missing logic? How smart are you to be dumb? Your noggins loosened and you forget all the struggles before your bandwagon got muscles and now you can't remember all the tussles that got dirt on your sneakers when mom was still a PTA member. Geez! F**k! Prose! Literature desecration caused by a lack of education, Should we be victims of the street? I can't allow my brains to be wasted. (Get that?) Do you want depictions of pubs with pretty teens sipping cocoa? Bus rides staring out the window, fabricated dreams. Mean! Damn it! I mean DAMN, I MEAN IT! Reality. Operating off horrendous functions, Water became oil and the climate is a common myth to the public, Disbelif by the republic, blasphemous vindications aroused public judgement, Pompous vernacular, incompetent super ego, Mark Twain collaborating with Edgar Allen Poe my libido, Erected thoughts can only fornicate with the demented, Orgasmic ritual and more rhymes I can mention, But for now I'll retire to detention and write a book to get a sense of what is missing. © 2016 Shawn Crider |
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Added on March 6, 2016 Last Updated on March 6, 2016 AuthorShawn CriderChicagoAboutI can't tell how many time I lose myself only to find that being lost is how I find myself. Whatever that means... That is what analytical experts are for, or rap genuis. more..Writing
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