What Is He Going On About!

What Is He Going On About!

A Poem by Shawn Crider
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Rambles

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Approaching is his out of touch, out of mind,
Out of state, only thing I have is time,
Only thing I count that doesn't waste,
Never goes,
The time was a minute ago, I'm a minute old,
I'm out on a deserted road, an empty home,
Yet my mind is filled with s**t, heavy skulls; renovated my consciousness,
The consequence was reduced by the uncommon sense,
Common men with common traits to trade influences,
Got us all searching for common cents,
Ridiculous habits can't explain how the wisdom skipped,
No matter what year it is; the generation lacks the leadership,
Got the slave ship disguised as businesses.


I break when the moment fades, the sun draws rays on the oceans waves,
Ideal idiot still has some genius traits,
Just like that w***e is a daughter with her mothers face,
Respect the woman, call them b*****s,
The children are the first to pay,
Custody wars are cycles of vicious hate,
Don't you love it so you participate, anyways,
If its trending than I'll be the first to say,
We should end it, before it becomes a dangerous phase,
Its never ending.
Phone calls from about 2 minutes away,
How you doing?
Its been a while since I seen your face, you looking different,
I hope your brain has aged, public nuisance,
Don't fall in love with their ways or I fear that love will be equivalent to hate.


No sample quotes of mediocrity, refined by only the audacity to push it farther than Martin King,
I have a dream that seems obscene by the means;
People tell me that about talents, talking passion into a carefully wrapped package
Similar to Pandora's box,
If there is a lock you are the key to open it,
Who are we not to say "I am a God!"
Polished confidence will baffle my humbleness,
Strengthen my resolve to produce products no matter what the question is,
But the question is; when the times calls for it who is there to answer?

© 2016 Shawn Crider


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Added on April 3, 2016
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Shawn Crider
Shawn Crider

Chicago



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