The G.O.A.T: Love!

The G.O.A.T: Love!

A Poem by Phunkadelique

Love! How tough it is to be you,
I wouldn't wanna walk a day in your shoes!
People misuse you everyday
in their thoughts and in their ways.
You try to do your job,
but haters won't let you.
They question your existence and validity in the matter,
then seek your service for themselves right after.
You never fail at what you do
if anyone's a failure, it's the people that sought you!
There's no gain when they use your name in vain,
hurting themselves with unnecessary pain.
They're out looking for you...her and him,
Don't they know they can't find you, you have to find them?!
They destroy your reputation! But you take it like a man,
after all...everybody out there is not the same,
you just give em' directions and let em' play the game.
If they lose, you lose! If they win, you win!
But even if they lose...you let em' play it again.
Some swear that they found you, but you left their side...that's a lie!
Don't they know you're immortal, that you cannot die!
If they let you find them and you worked your magic,
you never disappear...that's not a part of the act!
You just...sit back and watch your work come to fruition,
that's why you're underrated as the world's greatest magician!
And like many who achieve, you're often imitated...
but never duplicated, cause there can only be one you...
you see, that's what makes you...YOU!
As hellbent as we humans are on being perfect,
no-one HAS and ever WILL maintain this level of utopia...no-one!!
We've been just about everything there is to be on this surface,
well...everything that is, except perfect!
But you...you possess this quality! and probably
an infinite quantity to spread equality!
That is why everyone possesses the ability to know you,
whether they choose to or not is not up to you.
In your true state, nothing in this world can compare to you...
except the man above! And you know what they say...
God is Love!
You have no language! You see no color!
You know no boundaries! You just work your shift,
and if need be...overtime...EXTRA overtime!
You don't get paid...and, oh! no lunch breaks either!
You dedicate yourself to a task! First you crawl, then you
walk, then you run! And you don't stop until you're done!
Sometimes it gets a lil tough,
so you have to break out the wings and fly!
And you never say you can't, until you try.
Some people are hardheaded at first,
messing up your overall record cause of their lack of thirst
and hunger for you. But you don't get irritated,
you just let em be until they come searching for you.
And oh! they ALWAYS come back for you,
no matter the days, months, or years!
Cause no-one can resist you!
Especially once they've experienced you before-hand!
But you're not always an "easy ticket",
so sometimes they have to wait in line to come back to your magic show.
And the price, at times, is steep...but it's worth the magic though.
And when it's all said and done...you say it and do it again,
cause somehow it feels different when you repeat the trend.
Number one on the Billboard since you made the charts,
you're not a surgeon but somehow you seem to know our hearts,
and for that...I send much props to you,
you're the G.O.A.T, keep doing what you do!

© 2009 Phunkadelique


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Added on March 9, 2009
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