Horse Babble

Horse Babble

A Poem by Julius Whitfield

You keep thinking, assuming when you shouldn't speak.                        And this is why this conversion doesn't need to carry on.                       You can't save me

Smitten cultures of disbelief, but I'm not feeble to what you're telling me. You try to berate me with little lies. If I were to let you, I'd never live the outcome.

Touchy and tricking me, lecturing me. Talking through your a*****e with glorification of pleasantries. You're barely scratching the surface. Blabbering idiot. Stay in your disguise when there is no much you still dismiss.

You can't comprehend where we all stand

or am i wrong

am i just a pawn

when i go along am i gonna fall

you cast a stone

but again i dodged the ball

when i know you never a word

if you could hear yourself talking

we couldn't probably stop playing god

when my words aren't spewing lies

Just stop playing god

It's not about the money

I'll stop playing god

if you give me a little credit

Can you stop playing god

befire i rip off your face

You're already groveling in this pity

Marionette and puppeteering through your dignity

© 2008 Julius Whitfield


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Added on February 9, 2008

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Julius Whitfield
Julius Whitfield

St Louis, MO



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21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..

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