This is for you lame poets
for those who think they can write
but aren't trying and they know it
Maybe if they used a pen right
The ink, would, in turn, show it
Scribble lines were written for pure hype
The Opposite of blurred is focused
The passion unveiled by this action is real
Massive of accents appeal, drastic yet passively chill
Why is your wackness alive and steadily actively well?
Are your points derived from a skill?
You're as dull as the night without lights or some thrill
Pick up a quill then ignite likes its hell
Shuffle your words, in return make a deal
Lies from the truth, I can easily tell
I sit in a booth, then I write what I feel
That feeling of feeling that moment of falling, emotions are heavy and heavy is frolicking
That was a lie....I hope you are following
There's a doubt in my mind, you aren't reading this properly
Do not get board...then just GO like monopoly
Maybe if I put a few words down, you will rate it
There are poets who show it...yet are still underrated
A sea full of story's that have been negated
I write what I feel and I will not be waiting
These words of chemistry clutch captivation
Winds of auroras spark smart illustrations
Verbal wasteland I recycle the sanitation
My heart pumps to fuel the blood of imagination
Devour all who find word-puzzles an aggravation
I take inspiration from various locations,then stitch words to combine these places
Now look what has happened
An arsenal of words to engage in action
Here's a hint of wordplay with a dash of passion
lyrical disaster for the eyes of the masses
Simply dedicated to the three-lined poet has bins
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
This is for you lame poets
for those who think they can write
but aren't trying and they know it
Maybe if they used a pen right
The ink, would, in turn, show it
Scribble lines were written for pure hype
The Opposite of blurred is focused
The passion unveiled by this action is real
Massive of accents appeal, drastic yet passively chill
Why is your wackness alive and steadily actively well?
Are your points derived from a skill?
You're as dull as the night without lights or some thrill
Pick up a quill then ignite likes its hell
Shuffle your words, in return make a deal
Lies from the truth, I can easily tell
I sit in a booth, then I write what I feel
That feeling of feeling that moment of falling, emotions are heavy and heavy is frolicking
That was a lie....I hope you are following
There's a doubt in my mind, you aren't reading this properly
Do not get board...then just GO like monopoly
Maybe if I put a few words down, you will rate it
There are poets who show it...yet are still underrated
A sea full of story's that have been negated
I write what I feel and I will not be waiting
These words of chemistry clutch captivation
Winds of auroras spark smart illustrations
Verbal wasteland I recycle the sanitation
My heart pumps to fuel the blood of imagination
Devour all who find word-puzzles an aggravation
I take inspiration from various locations,then stitch words to combine these places
Now look what has happened
An arsenal of words to engage in action
Here's a hint of wordplay with a dash of passion
lyrical disaster for the eyes of the masses
Simply dedicated to the three-lined poet has bins
I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE WITH THIS POEM, ITS ALL ART PEOPLE.
