The Poet's Justice

If justice can be poetic

Then where is my play?

All the pretty face followers

Who swoon at the words I say?

 

Let it trickle down from the mountains

Let it rise from the gutter

Let my tongue stay untangled

So my mouth will never stutter

 

Roll it up in your palm

Pack it up well

Let my words be a story

You won’t hesitate to tell

 

I need a bank for these thoughts

Because the pennies come in rolls

A nickel for a sandwich

And a few dollars for me to fold

 

 

 

Reviews

[allie_arrowz]

great write. the rhythm and rhyme are great and the story is interesting

[Alrick]

Wonderful syntax and diction. 100% amazing word to word, ONE thing is "face" should be "faced" no? other than that: perfect. 'nuff said.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I thought about using "faced" but for some odd reason I liked the grammatically incorrect "face" better. I have no clue why lol

[Marissa]

I like this and i like your rhyme scheme too!

[kayla]

Wow. I love this.

[Rhea752]

LOVE!! 'tis all i have to say.

[Laura Maidah]

This is the illest poem you've written on this site. No complaints.

[kersee9]

The rhyming pattern here is excellent. The first stanza could stand alone, it is that powerful but followed by the other three it is outstanding. I really enjoyed this.