A very personal piece which I've not shared with anyone else, really. But, I don't know any of you, so I don't care and here you go. Never tried to edit it, because it was just an outflux of emotion that couldn't be matched, and I don't like to sacrifice genuine quality and expression for effective rhetoric. Father, father, bastard son, Yellow fever, lawless gun, Sprays away and misses all, 'cept for one, whose life doth fall, And slips twelve steps, ha-ha, ha-ha, Charade, charade on you, old man. God's got his eye on you, old man. Twist the neck, the mind falls off, Scoff and scoff, it still complains, Money money, green and kind, Did your best to keep it sane... Wires in and oh so deep, Die, old man, and let it sleep... Screamed and yelled and threw and hit, Poor old gal, a crazy shit, Never cared but still stood there... A thousand more than you could do, You hoppy lil' bastard, you, Balding black sheep, twisted twin, Give a scream when you get in. Niggers, kikes, fucking dykes, Fags and heebs'll kill us all, Just fuck and fuck and seal their fates, God'll get them, just you wait. Two whole years and now you're cured, Absurd, absurd, enlightened fool, Crinkled nose that breathes the rules, What a joke that high must be, Loneliness, propriety, Feed the rage, deviate, Drink away and seal your fate, May not run, but it still burns, You're dead, old man, you're dead.
Insane tempo, your style is insane (in a good way). If this is your raw stuff...your polished work must be sublime! Stay true.
Thank you. I hope my insanity's an original kind. Wish I had much polished work, I didn't begin writing poetry, or much anything else but school assignments 'til recently.
Jesus Christ, that was fantastic. I rarely like the poems on here since most of them consist of "Why did you leave me? Can't you see my pain?" type shit. Damn. Your tempo is great, the rhymes are great. Thumbs up, dude!
