... just another drawing in your book when we could have created a masterpiece.

There was an old world
that turned on it's head,

and turned out it’s pockets
and shook out the dead,

and shook off the living
and all of their stuff

til' all there was left
it considered enough,

and all there was left
was a world upsidedown,

and wind and whatever
had roots in the ground,

and fish with a warning
to stay where they be,

down under the waves
of the shookabout sea.

she was only ten years old
when he made the video tape
the film shows a horrid crime unfold
that little girl was *****

(the story that remains untold
a past she can never escape
available for an easy download
fuel for a pervert's sake)

they have their way with her over and over

******* eyes watch with bad intent
she is a victim again and again
every time that file is sent
she is ***** by other men

Hustlers run day and night
Only sleeping when the time is right

Hustling isn't the life
Come help me be a hood wife

Eat chicken one night feathers the next
He won't take checks

Running every hustle you've ever been taught
Never know when you're going to stop

Robbing, skimming, and Pimpin you don't care
As long as you have silk underwear

Send your b---h out to get paid
B---h don't come back till you get laid

Once you come back with cash duckies
All of the dope dealers get new ***'s

That's when the F'er runs to score
Then he gets ready to soar

Watch every step or move you make
Because he's got a hit to take

With every hit he takes
The demon inside starts to wake

He starts to replay the day
Worrying if you'll go stray

He knows he's breaking every rule
But he still maintains he's super cool

So he starts beating you
Making you black and blue

B---h you come a dime to dozen
You cross me you'll be frozen

Could mean do or die
So don't apply

Refined, I'm sweating gasoline
Set myself ablaze
Just to light the cigarette of my dreams
My natural state has changed
But hasn't stopped getting in my way
Takes a drink to strike an ember
Stagnant black glowing amber
Cooking my assumptions with timidity  
Chaotic pieces tempered into
Wavering unpredictability
Directionless enmity
Enemies at wind
Cooled to harden
Forced to torch again

.
I would write a poem
of bigotry, hatred and contempt.
Using every politically incorrect
name, word, phrase and insult.
A poem of vileness and villainy
of coldness, anger and disgust.
I would bear the onslaught tide
of derision, bile and utter rage.
To show, that beside you my friend,
there are 7 billion ***** in the toilet.

© Pagan Paul (16/01/17)