fack betches acquire currencyA Poem by dcacereswrote this really high, enjoyfack betches acquire currency by d It’s always a good feeling To know you still surprise yourself For tonight I improvised rap And managed to outsmart myself. I lied to my friends today That I was a rapper, I fabricated a lie Made straight from the crapper. I challenged the two That I could freestyle! I managed their attention … At least for a while. And yeah, that’s what really happened I had faked it for a minute When I could go no longer Said F**K IT and quit it.
I left my thoughts Out about, in a stew Of how I once rapped the rap I never once knew.
I said
‘What is this object, That we tend to call money? It’s bullshit, all of it, really It’s actually quite funny.
The idea of life Put into a quantified wage Leaves me thinking We live in a dark age,
For we cannot think That happiness lies Without the idea That f*****g time dies!
Get a job! They once tumbled and said And do it until You afford to be dead!
For what is life? But our moment that just passed? What use is it then If it was not meant to have last?
I object thee, you see For I am quite happy at will. I may be poor But I am not ill.
I am sound and safe And a man nonetheless! Who’s just figured out The lift he must test.
He’ll build himself greatly And in doing so Remove the patch in his head You have once tried to sow.
I will become the very greatest I ever could be And in doing so Fack betches acquire currency. © 2015 dcaceres |
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