living beyond twenty-seven
this monkey not gone to heaven
the years decidedly unkind
doubting the beauty of my mind
I tried looking in the mirror
but the picture wasn't clearer
something was supposed to happen
just the sound of one hand clapping
did I not have a ton of dreams?
I remember still in my teens
all I wanted for my birthday
blank spaces to fill with wordplay
it seems all I do is compile
collaging words copying style
devoid of original thought
my younger self very distrought
I keep hiding in faceless rhyme
can't envision a bigger crime
a popstar with a silver spoon
voice forever on auto-tune
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
living beyond twenty-seven
this monkey not gone to heaven
the years decidedly unkind
doubting the beauty of my mind
I tried looking in the mirror
but the picture wasn't clearer
something was supposed to happen
just the sound of one hand clapping
did I not have a ton of dreams?
I remember still in my teens
all I wanted for my birthday
blank spaces to fill with wordplay
it seems all I do is compile
collaging words copying style
devoid of original thought
my younger self very distrought
I keep hiding in faceless rhyme
can't envision a bigger crime
a popstar with a silver spoon
voice forever on auto-tune
