They Call Me GiftedA Poem by Sirius KingFreeStyle PoemThey call me gifted I got it down to an exact science You can call me scientific Poetry personified Powerfully prolific Rhythmic So addicting you’ve become dependent You’re so lost in me You have no choice But to defend it I’ve turned you into a believer When you were just a cynic You’re sick I’ve infected you Sending you to the clinic Untreatable Wide reachable My mind is an epidemic A disease that destroys The things that you Were taught to mimic And shows you That the world around you Is a cleverly designed gimmick They call me prophetic I say no I’m just not afraid to Point out the pathetic Power hungry people Whose sincerity is synthetic The futures in their hands And you’re content to let it? Some call it rhetoric I call them irrelevant Speaking out of the side Of their necks Hand held out for paychecks Employed by evil-Ignoring the Hell of it
They call me gifted But they can have the same gift If they open their minds Don’t disregard the signs Refuse to stand stiff Then watch the world shift © 2012 Sirius KingAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on September 12, 2012Last Updated on October 6, 2012 AuthorSirius KingCleveland, OHAboutSingerSongwriterSexSymbol ;-) CreativeCreatureTrappedInACubicle... in desperate need of an outlet ...Review My Work And I Will Return The Favor!!!....THANX :-) .. more..Writing
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