~
There is no truth
That my name was Dr. Seuss
In a prior life
Signed
Ogdiddy Natsh
~
No matter that plain words
are my ordinary tools,
with them I shall
scribe the small,
cherish the little,
grab the middle,
simplicity my golden rule.
Write they say,
about what you know best
surely in the diurnal motions
the arc of daily commotion
do we not all excel?
~
me, just a poet poseur extraordinaire,
street urchin, word merchant,
all my verbally,
worldly goods expropriated
from the wind,
where your scattered thoughts
lie about, carelessly, unattended
~
Scout the competition.
Then,
Weep,
for you and I will never surpass
the poet giants who preceeded us,
and yet,
Laugh,
cause they thought the same as well
--
So I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
can't stop, cause
it's my daddy's dying curse
~
Addict and dealer,
a ****** poet ******
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
~
There is no truth
That my name was Dr. Seuss
In a prior life
Signed
Ogdiddy Natsh
~
No matter that plain words
are my ordinary tools,
with them I shall
scribe the small,
cherish the little,
grab the middle,
simplicity my golden rule.
Write they say,
about what you know best
surely in the diurnal motions
the arc of daily commotion
do we not all excel?
~
me, just a poet poseur extraordinaire,
street urchin, word merchant,
all my verbally,
worldly goods expropriated
from the wind,
where your scattered thoughts
lie about, carelessly, unattended
~
Scout the competition.
Then,
Weep,
for you and I will never surpass
the poet giants who preceeded us,
and yet,
Laugh,
cause they thought the same as well
--
So I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
can't stop, cause
it's my daddy's dying curse
~
Addict and dealer,
a ****** poet ******
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