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Mateuš Conrad Jul 2016
look how i was fed guilt - look at how no one
screamed a care for the candle going out,
that roaming stars were born -
trail blazers i and they - i was fed guilt and
subsequently they were fed hopelessness -
they can joke all they want...
i'll be the one laughing over their graves,
people fear reading poetry because they fear
the hemlock - poetry is a hemlock...
they fear the personal, they really do -
you can write whatever you want when
humanity is lazy, and with times such as these
humanity is really lazy - they had to
create a secondary celebrity, not one built
on merit, but one built on per se -
becoming famous is like getting a free lunch
these days - that backlog of Darwinism has
finally spawned, draw back irrational history to
a dozen men as examples, call them Charlemagne,
Philip Augustus, Cnut (not variant of knot with
u but Ka-Noot), Genghis Kitty Chuckles,
Alexandria and the 5th Harem of Macedonia
named after her - Comrade Mao and chow mein -
Adolf and Hinduism... Erik zee Beetroot und Ashland -
we're criminal - we left the tribunal of heaven's sake
for a while to keep the black'e a sack of potatoes
worthy of a boxing match - and every ******* time
people wanted us to revise our vocabulary - every single
time... ooh racist... ooh anti-feminist... well thank
you Brother Orwell... i'll oysters with that observation...
see you in 20; you know what i dream of?
the wild west... yawning quickly like an Apache
making a war-cry - hand in smoke signals,
pop pop cherry, pop pop cherry drop, pop pop
another whitey gets scalped.
send me to the butchers! seriously, i want to go to
the butchers and the slaughterhouse... they really should
send children to slaughterhouses than to see Mike the Mouse,
otherwise know as Mickey - see the butchering -
i'm in one of those moods where i write because
i have a chance in hell to get a prize,
or that i don't wish to have one in the first place...
or because i'm ******* that this woman once wrote
of ****** liberation in the 1960s, and now she's writing
about glorifying arrange marriages, a jewel franchise -
i could be asking: what do women want?!
but that's still feminism with a ******, the real thing
is all about bogs and frogs and privacy,
knights and slap-stick humour -
                                                         thank you, minus the wife.
20 years on i'll be the one who's supposed to be jealous
that you own a Porsche - and i'll be asking about
the M.O.T. - like the two mattered for my care to ****.
i pay zero tax... you pay how much?! ooh, too-shay
and tooth decay, i swear i told you a pea-sized dollop
of fluoride and job done under 20 seconds...
you doing peppermint ******* with that mouth while
reciting a goodnight story to a child?
you know, before the haemorrhage i was such a decent
person... i know, one of the many boring facts i
claim to be a second birth... a Kentucky fried chicken
gets more sympathy at a vegetarians' conventions than i do...
i'm the criminal worth a spank and a nod of disapproval
with a tut-tut-naughty-naughty wandering of the index finger -
the French ******, the English were playing
rosy-cheek-chequers reminiscent of the Victorian black attire
while the Suez swelled in what became know as
the ****** Monsoon in a f.g.m. ****.
well, if my vocabulary be criminal... i should have been
taught to be illiterate, or at least be taught sign language...
if you don't like it... *******!
Cat Fiske May 2015
and in the world of unknown,
the boy sat alone,

he was so much on his own,
and he wanted a friend so bad he was willing to make a clone,

and he thought more about making a friend in his mind,
because he didn't know his own cline,

and when he saw her,
chills went up his chine,

she made jaws drop,
and sweaty chins,

and you imaging what her love was like,
like raw sugar cains,

and you give me so many pains,
in all my veins as you come closer,

are you walking to me? does someone care?
do you want to stop being alone and be like, umm... **pairs?
I used the words from a word ladder go figure
Bar Born The Tasked Rascals, Art So Set Apart,

As If Not Of This Excepted Floor To Have A Soap Box Well Lit And Sound Bound As To Announce The Service Of All Mankind.

These Hell Bound Sounded Hound, Cranking Out A Numbness Of Flashing Rights To The Clearest Inner Outside Light, All Bug Repellent In Its Shaded Cast, As If The Main Mast Full Gale And Expecting The White Whale To Summon The Squall Of All, The White Bl;blizzard Of Darkened Davy Jones Host.

Late For The Event In Our Black Sly Right Tight Ties, Tux Not The Occasion Of Such A Dinner In The Coral Castles And Measured Counted And Weighed Sand Grains In Hand, All Ring Around The Rosie And Pocket Full Of  We Are The World.

Is It Insulting To Find A Tear Of The Torn Sided Fine, I'm Fine, **** Son, He Said He Is Fine... Is It? Is It Really Fine To Be So Kind As To Look Endlessly For The Truer Shine Of Ones Kine?

Wasted And Laid Barren In The Worlds Cup Over Flowing In The Digital Futures Markets, As We The Rip Torn, Black Eyed Beauties Of The Breeded Horse Smart
Before The Cart As It Was Said On A Wednesday Clay Shaped Self As The Potter Fell Over From A Heart Attack Just By The Mention Of My **** Name.

Was It This Simple Setting To Round In The Tails Tucked And ******, So Sad The Signs Were Of Mine Own Hand In The Mixed Bag Of Tricks All To Call The Summons A Court So Full Of Our Truths And Burdens And Labors Of Love And Hate, So Late This Judgement Of Set Aside The Ritual Tribes Dance To Call In The Rain, Only , As If, To Walk In The Birth Of A Giants Framed Hunch Back To Back And Caned By Cains Marked Hand.

To You This Might Seem A Tale So Riddled In Riddles A Rippling Crass Shaven ***, A Holler In Yonder Holler Or That Of A Dieing Mans Need To Cast Blame In The Way To Say, How Were We Ever Insane To Think On A Moments Notice Again That Shove To The Edge Of Wonder And Fulfillment Did He Dare To Craft A Sinking Ships Last Gasp, Or Were It A Was Not Of Lifted Simpleton And Worries Nots, To Blur The Feelings We All Seem To Hang Close To Our Hearts As To Say In A Screaming Tones Silent As Dogs Whimpers Oh , For Gods Sake , Forget Me Not...

The Cast Of Unwitting Jerry Cans Half Empty From The Storm Troopers Gaze, They The False And Amazed Wonders Of The Free World To Tempt Your Massive Thought And Considerations And Brain Power Looking Eye To Eye Through These Cell Phone Towers Of Joyous Tizzy And Spinning A Dice Of Little Means To A Giving.
What Does One Find? A Mere Chance To Work This Entire Poem And Line Into A Trout Of Creek Feed Leisure Time?

Or Is It Ones Worth To Graft The Strangest Brew In The Me And You, For All Time, Due To The Constraints Of The Time, Time And Half A Time Notion For Us To Hang This Heart Of Mine On.

I Do Declare, That In A Star Upon My Wishing Fest'iva And Nova In The Go No And No Doze Moments In Clear And Unfettered Satiation In Full Regalia A Black Mass So Fryer Tuck That You Can Not Star Too Long For The Sake Of The Pornographic Nature Of Thier Thrusting Fuckery In The Tupperware Tasted Cakes And Lemonaded Hast To Widen The Soul Of A Young Generations Boats They Care To Float , Yet To Prison My Dear Captain For The Sense Of Revenge Is Upon The Shoulders Of Those So Bewildered And Lost As To Find Sovereign Thought One Un-steal Able And Last We Could Count, One Above And Beyond The Coat You Brought To Warm Your Bones In Cigar Shaped Houses Floating Not Thine Boat With Stolen Blood Soaked And Still Depending On The Boys Heart Well To Wish Your Sudden Captivity In Audience And Nature To Stroke A Hearts Choke, For I The Warden And The Boastful  **** To Say, Oh Dear Friend They Think This Turn About Fair In Play Is Nothing But A Hopeful And Sick Joke...
Wisen This And That Cat Of Their Lost Abundance In Hate Filled Crafting Law And Law Out Has Your Trust Of Ever Kept Wasteful Play Dates Upon The Bare Backs Of Us And Our Children , Oh No , No, They Will Surly Not Take Your Announcement Of True Give A **** And Care In Such A Wondrously Deep Falling Hazy Gaze, No, They Are The Turds They Are About To **** Upon The Very Day They Proclaimed For Pigs To Never Fly.
Has This Been Lost In The Translation Of Brilliant Minds Eye To The Worded Version Of The By And By The Way, This Is Our **** House And We Are Now Here To Play The Hail Mary Of The **** Day, Or Was It That We Were To Gateraid The Bench Warmers And Arm Chair The Play By Play, All **** And Hands Out Of Reach, To Breach The Wealth Of Those So Ready To Cast Us A Lot Of Heart Ache And Diverse Diversions Of Race Hate And War Upon Every Shore?
I Say, Stand And Be Brilliant Whether They Can Understand A ******* Word You Say, For Truly It Is Only The Call To The Right And The Left, For They Left Us In Harms Way Day After Day, That Is Till Today, For You Are My Brother And My Sister, And On This What Do You Have To Say?
I Say, Take The Power Back My ***, We Are The Power And Its Planted State Of Non Affair In Foreign Affairs To The Truth Be This Our Back Yard Is Our Forward Guard And Today Is The Day We Defend The Whistles And Blowers Of The Stated Truth Among The Liars And Thieves, For If We Dare Not To Defend These True Human Beings, Then Whom Will Find The Basket To Round The Ends Of The Pews Of The Needed Death Total In The Burial Of Not Their Own Corpse But The Nature Of A Word And Its Meaning, For Freedom Will Then Be A Marketable Stock Traded And Made You A Trader On The Gold And Bar None, Son, We Will Have Lost In Every Single Sum.

So ? What Shall We Say On The Day, After Today, Is It Called To My Marrow, A Bone To Pick Or It Be Said, My Love And My Grace Held High And Loud In This Place, For Tomorrow Is Ours In Every Way And Let The Truth Ring Of Loves Grace And Abundance Was Set Free In The Hearts Of All Mankind, For Ours Is The Ever After And None Shall Steal What Resides In Our Hearts,



None Apart From The Part As A Whole, And None A Hole For The Whole To Find Reason Nor Scored Cause To Abhor The Truth Of Ones Core Who Longs At All Cost To Be Free. If I Must Choose Freedom Or Peace, I Choose Freedom At The Very Cost Of Peace, For If Peace Is Without Freedom, Then Whose Peace Is It You Speak And Whose Freedom Did That Peace Cost Them?  As The Obvious Price For The Few To Enjoy A Peace Where The Masses Are Far From At Peace Nor Are That In Any Way Free.
Seems this is relevant to us all, is it not..?..

meli Sandé - Read All About It (pt III) [Lyrics On Screen]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaAVByGaON0
Hooflip  Feb 2014
Yards
Hooflip Feb 2014
Spaces in the grains of sand
Since I have parked my arch on parchment.
Places paced to, paces ran
Stepping stones,
Coasts through apartments.

Yards,
We all live in yards,
Traveling in cars just to hop inside a box,
Locked,
Break out with our thoughts,
Yes we are free to leave, but we won't be free for long.

Coming to and running from the palms,
The running come and go the same, no
They don't stay for long.

My ankles ache for something stable,
Striking chords, cutting cables,
Faith in Cains to make me Abel,
Cracked and hollowed by a fable.
https://soundcloud.com/thehumbleloud
Anthony Perry Jul 2017
My poetry is open and bare on the examination table
While my brain falls into place in the exsanguination cradle
Pieces fit together like a monster from the old world fables
Set up to disassociate the Cains from the Ables

We're all meant to die
There's no harm in asking why
Self harm, drugs left in the arms, premeditation, self incrimination
It won't matter when we're stitched up in a Y

Theres hidden meanings in every line
A chance to put aside all the woes and keep feelings burning inside
When things are on the decline
I can write down facts and theories
Like self investigation as to why I'm feeling weary
No Overbearing intoxication here just a rough cut heart of ice melting due to overheating and slipping liquidation
Big Virge Dec 2020
So Now It Seems FAIR To Say...
That People These Days...

... REALLY DO AMAZE... !!!

From Their VIOLENT Displays...
To The Things That Some Say...
To How They Then Behave... !?!

Some Are Acting INSANE... ?!?
And Being... INHUMANE... !?!

As If ABEL Is The Name...
of Their Brothers Today... !?!

The Lines That They Now Toe...
DEMAND Masks Being Shown
... Wherever They Now Go... ?!?

Cos’ It’s A CRAZY Time...
To Now Be... ALIVE... !?!

... Corona Vibes...
And Protests Designed...
To I Guess... AMAZE...

By... Causing AFFRAYS...
ALL Over The Place... !!!

As Fires... BLAZE...
Throughout Nights And Days... !!!

Where What We Now See...
Is People Acting CRAZILY... !!!

Like CONFRONTING Police...
Across WORLDWIDE Streets... !?!

Because They WON’T Stay...
A Few Feet...... AWAY...... ?!?

To PROTECT The WELL BEING...
of... People They're Seeing... !?!

And Of Course Now RACE...
Has Caused A Level of SHAME...
For These WESTERN States...

Well Actually Countries...
NOW MAKING Apologies... !!!

For The.....
Way That They’ve Indulged...
In Using... SLAVERY...
Throughout Their Histories...

To Make Themselves Wealthy...
And Leave Blacks In Poverty...

UNLESS They Were Willing...
To... COMPLY With SINNING...
For Them To Be GRINNING...

While Slaves Received WHIPPINGS...... !?!?!

... I MEAN...
The Claims That Some Make...
REALLY DO... AMAZE... !!!

About The Things That They Produce...
That Are... BETTER Than Good... !!!

That … NEVER EVER Get...
To The Places That They Should...
Where Their AMAZING CLAIMS...
Can Actually Be PROVED... ?!?

People... ALSO AMAZE... !?!
With The Plans That They COOK...
When They’re Shook Like Crooks...
With... CORRUPTED Books...

Where Money Is Found...
That Surrounds DARK CLOUDS... !!!

Cos’ In The World Right NOW...
People REALLY Act... FOUL... !!!

Walking Round With SCOWLS...
Throwing... ***** TOWELS...
At These Government Clowns...
Who... AMAZE With HOW... ?!?

They’re Now Treating Crowds...
Who Are Shouting OUT LOUD... !!!

They’ve Just Called The FEDS’ Out... !?!
To Now CONTROL TOWNS...
With... THOSE Gun Sounds... !!!

And Are REJECTING Calls...
For Some HONEST Talk... !!!

Which DOESN’T Amaze...
Because HONEST Folk KNOW... !!!
They’ve Got Tongues Like FORKS... !!!

So What DOES AMAZE... !!!
Is The Talk That They Court...
About... What IS FAKE...
In The News These Days... ?!?

It’s A... CRYING SHAME... !!!
To Now See The Type of Games...
That Are... Being PLAYED...
That DON’T Make The Grade...
of Just Being... HUMANE... !!!!!

Which May Be A Phrase... ?
That’s Seen It’s LAST DAYS... !!!

Because of The RAGE... !!!
That’s Become A New CRAZE...

Or... HAS IT... ???
Because When We REVISIT...
What... The PAST EXHIBITS...

... IS...
White SUPREMACISTS...
Perpetrating... SINS...

That Were WORSE Than Those...
That Are NOW ON SHOW... !!!

And On THAT NOTE...
It’s Time For Me To GO...
And Bring This Piece To It's CLOSE...

Because What’s Been SHOWN...
Is The... Type of Show...
Where EXPLETIVES Should Roam... !!!

Ya Know It Really Is A Shame...
To See The World Today...
And How People Now Behave...

Like... Modern Day CAINS... !?!

Whose Displays These Days...
Are TRULY... INHUMANE... !!!

Because In ALL HONESTY...
I Feel COMPELLED To Say...

That.....

“They Really Do AMAZE”... !!!
People these days, in my honest view, REALLY now do...
Stagger Lee  Jun 2018
Prophecies
Stagger Lee Jun 2018
Succulent hate and misconceived trees of sorrow,
living under the devils tombstone of love,
rattling my subsequent bones of decay,
on my knees begging to be saved,
witnessing cains ******,
whipping gods eyes,
throw the feedbag on the horses face,
gorging the lies,
galaxies spark strange atomic waste,
suffocating the creator,
starving the witch,
branding the third eye,
searing flesh of goblins
distorted cries,
screams of freedom,
screeching violins play in Lucifers den,
ancient prognosticated scriptures of evil tribes,
frivolous hope crushed again by temptation,
reaching for the forbidden fruit,
love always just out of my grasp,
laughing and mocking my desperate tries,
my crippled desire burns to death right in front of my eyes,
helpless crushing weight from the chains of despair,
cage my raging savage endearments,
destroy me, my tortured love
The time I was gone
Far from it's reach
No more smiles to me
No possibility of return.

I can never see the people wave to me
See not the sunset
Far from freedom
Far from peace.

Warmed with Cains
Woken by bells
Shouts of guards
Handicapped in and out
Brightly darkened future
See where the most pain is felt is through evilness dealt
I got many welts from mammas belt
Tryna to escape the pain leased into my brain
Wish I could see the change but the scenery
So many younginz rushing into the cemetery
When our existence is out of the ordinary
How many of us gotta die for us to un-multiply repolish the stories
Of the media's flashback retrospect back
To the days when they downed us blacks why we constantly under attack down the henneys rack to retract
My thoughts before i drown myself
Cuz too many shots ain't good for my wealth
I try to hide my outer self from my inner self

Its too many cains ablin' out cuz of the lost clout
No ties to the skies only see the ****** sunrise
In my eyes i saw a blind man shoot himself
Saw the same game that played *** Bias Left his career on the shelf
On the shoulders tomb tryna heal the womb
But the wickedness too deep so it only consumes
Sadness over happiness **** I miss
All of the fallin' uncrowned legendaries I'm keepin' yalls legacy alive **** the
jive
I'm talkin' about all the artists that was live
From rock country hip hop jazz to the blues
Blacks set the spark to the fuse through *****
Once again let the smooth mellow sounds comprehend


See the preyin' hawks that love to stalk unspoken with they verbal hearts lay out the chalks
picking victims in the dark
Only to park and spark
Up another catastrophe what's new to you aint new to me you see
They engineered these plans way before humanity
Livin' in a Concrete jungle but the deaths humble
Life over creativity release my energy
To the celestials that be visions of the sticky
Icky green burnin' tracks to up destinys fiend
Intervene the negativity that clings and sings
In between a lullaby and the souls that cry
This is cradle music it's hard to abuse it
That craft I hold I'm a stay true to it
And if I don't my critics speak on well
Or forever hold ya casket shell a slow roastin' from Hell prepare fo the veiled
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
foremostly: drink a little, and then write something,
there's absolutely no point in drinking
and rummaging an abdandoned house,
better still, what use would a spider have for
an abandoned spiderweb,
   that hasn't been kept in order, for two months?
what of the old hunched
crow-shadow posture in a chair?
            in poland i remember having trouble
associating myself with writing
in turkish akimbo on a hard communist concrete,
and the bare minimum of what
could be called a carpet...
              let alone the insomnia grandfather
snooping around at 12, 1, 2am...
     begging me to pretend to be falling asleep
while smoking cigarettes indoors,
   writing by candlelight in the kitchen...
it felt as it feels now:
               having lost a limb... but subsequently
having regrown one...
      there is no technique to what's
               closely associated with: rigour...
drinking is one thing:
                     writing habits? quiet another!
for starters there are offshoot verses
of nonsense, or: exploring the consequence
of simulating alzheimer's of some
sort...
              less metaphorical than the romance
with schizophrenia, the romance
that is a razor blade thrown to a person
drowning from anxiety...
                list: US consumes 50% of Xanax
production,
          the UK consumes 22%...
                            2017 sore 240 call-outs
for Xanax abuse by children aged between
11 and 14...
              half of mental problems
begin aged 14, three-quarters come
sober 18...
                         70% increase in rates
of depression in >25s...
   2 to 1 (:) ratio of women hiding
the same problems men have...
                50% increase in suicides in
England in the past decade -
                                hello Bristol university!
now that we juggled with the facts,
    like we might pass taking shots from
a bottle of ***** like some rude
teenagers in a playground in a park
   come the last solar hours of
                                         a sunsent...
facts: you can plagiarise -
          that's what they're there for -
no need for citing where i got them from,
one source is as good as the next.
         now... routine and writing...
   england is so different from poland -
namely, big town small town ergonomics -
small town? good chance you'll
get a romanticism bug... read a book
and start seeing swans in clouds...
               big town?
                    no real chance...
            talk-the-there's-no-talk scenario...
i had to remember how i used to function
in england, when the tactic i had for
treating anti-depressants as sleeping pills
actually worked...
                and no... it didn't involve
                 the affair of a bottle of ***** per
     night to imitate an executioner's axe...
or a mike tyson upper-cut for:
        seeing black-holes, of former stars...
god!
             death?!
                        black holes are the death of
stars, and yet they fascinate physicists more
than actual stars, which they reduced
                  to a hydrogen-helium interaction...
what i clearly forgot is my routine,
and the rigour involved in ushering in some
worthy blah-blah...
               my day constitutes of 48 hours...
which technically is two days,
                           but that's debatable...
stay up for a minimum of 24 hours...
                  actually, 24h is a breeze,
   not even worth contemplating since i only
stopped myself shy of doing a 48h+ stretch...
but, see... i became bogged down in
   video-books...
                    billions: ******* genius soundtrack,
very much akin to baby driver...
   but **** the precision of acting...
    favourite character?
                       WAAAAAAAAAAAGS....
a bit like snooping in on the wives of
european footballers once every four years...
binged the ******* that ****,
    finished season two and just waiting for
the next two installments...
            and?
                           versailles: on a techical
note... addressing Kant while watching
this ******* of a show?
                      power is better understood
than knowledge, visually, when contemplating
power: a priori,
                            so much easier...
   knowledge doesn't have the same rich
                                 association attached to it...
because? knowledge a posteriori
diffuses into perfecting replicas -
                    say the original cobbler...
        and subsequent cobblers and, "cobblers",
or trivial Cains...
                 visually speaking,
    since the dynamic of power, a posteriori
     is just blinding in terms of hierarchy...
         well, "blinding", i mean: illuminating...
another welcome routine prior to writing
something down and drinking at the same time?
solving a sudoku.
           this is the sudoku interlude -
   scatter-brain sequence (if you like):
           visually speaking power a priori creates
a more sensible visual explanation of
                            of power a posteriori...
          given that a priori power is a vacuum -
a priori knowledge doesn't exactly have
an agreeable imagination basis -
         to the pop. scrutiny...
                    ****... even retards know how
to laugh, even though they might not even concern
themselves with stand-up schematics
of a joke...
                  knowing how to laugh, is just like that...
the a priori knowledge of laughter
         is not designated to an exclusive
            a posteriori knowledge of laughter...
intellectual brown-nosing is the same
    as a ****** laughing: although i bet my wet-winkle
that i'll laugh with the ******,
                       than the intellectual pop-****.
power though...
              god, where do you even begin?
       the power that comes prior to
      the subsequent compenetration of
the anti-cartesian: res vanus replaces res cogitans,
yet res extensa remains intact...
           louis the 14th and the "thought" project
that became versailles...
                 and it would have been a "thought"
fabien marchal...
            it used to be monsieur philippe I,
but then i became bored of
my irritability of being unable to assimilate
the deviances to such carnal finalities...
best of all, just recently,
  the appearance of marquise de montespan
with her keen observation -
        purely a priori, well, 3's the lucky number...
the inverted crown woman...
  the crown of thorns woman...
       how she took hold of bouffon gossip cueues...
and became...
          sorry... she can't be defined as
          the king's favourite "mistress"...
          ha ha! she was the ******* madame!
feed the hydra another hungry bite at its
neck...
            and you can make a brothel legitimate
without the concept of money...
                   worded-"bribes"...
if she was a mistress of louis xiv
then i was the nun
           in the rocky horror show, if there was
any nun, in that movie...
            madame through and through,
because she became more obliged to the queen
than the king:
             misconcept of pushing women
rather than allowing them to fester
like sores?
                       heart becomes detached...
less... clingy...
                                       boyish...
packed with dormant dynamite lodged
in stone...
             but without the fuse of
an authentic woman's tongue that asks
for bribes in acts outside of the most piquant
affair of carnal festivity...
               endless ******* "metaphors"...
       which is no wonder why adultery is
what it is: an emotional and an even cognitive
investment in a: story, rather than
a mere body...
                          which is not to say that
the body isn't cherished:
                   last time i checked...
     i forgot to take my genitals with me to
the brothel... left it in the dollhouse
                                 of Barbie & Strappy...
yet what's persistent is the rigour in
writing the casually sporadic...
                    sleep deprivation and a diet of
decent video-books...
               a drink... a sudoku...
                    and the chance to catch up
with about 10 hours...
                             and having the ******
decency to do minor things that involve
other people's boring trivialities...
            like cooking dinner...
          feeding the cats...
                            watering the garden...
and trying to figure out:
                      that teenager who gave me
the ten quid he probably found
  (since it was so scruntched up) expecting
me to be his "good uncle" while buying
*****-juice?
                         ****, i thought i was gullible...
he didn't think i was going to
buy something beginning with vod-
                  as anything less than 37.5%?
he screamed and shouted at me...
                apparently the "good uncle" was
on his way, and instead a drunk father stood
before him, telling him:
         now you can take it from me and run
along to what's going to a heart-break
since the other guy and the girl you're trying
to impress have already run off
and you're standing with someone twice your age...
or?
        so putting the goods on the pavement
taking a step back and putting my hands
on my head said: your choice...
           it was your choice to give me the tenner...
but hey, i even put in a little extra
            because i probably misheard you...
just a madman's luck that he was screaming
at me as if i was scalping him
   which allowed for the attention
     of the supermarket
security guard to be prompted
         and some people in the carpark...
rare event...
      very plain... nothing too spectacular
                         like climbing mt. everest...
if he started screaming:
           you're buying alcohol for minors!
what, with my own money?!
            i gambled putting in 6 quid of
my own so that he wouldn't take a litre of
*****...
    hence he shouted: theft!
                           which made no sense since
he voluntarily gave me the ten quid...
          fascinating conundrum...
                   like **** i'd buy minors
                 alcohol using my own money...
some, the bigger the group:
          are smart enough to know the difference
between a common interest,
say, 5 guys and then the scenario becomes
         two pipsqueaks and a smurfette...
i already said it once:
                   me, beer, straight road...
some honest cases you can work with...
teenage tantrums of that sort?
lucky madman loser...
                 saved ten quid on a bottle of *****.
Big Virge Apr 2021
Now It Seems That There Are Those...
Who Think The Skills I Expose...
Are JUST... Clever Rhyme Flows...

Well Here’s A Big Virge Quote...
That’ll Make Them CHOKE... !!!

You’re Sniffing TOO MUCH COC’... !!!
Cos They’re MUCH MORE Than Those... !!!

These Rhymes That I Write...
Are To... ELEVATE MINDS...
And To... ELEVATE LIVES...

From Embracing LIES...
And The Type of Crimes...
That Government Types...
Feed To Those Inclined...
To Live The Life of WISE GUYS... !!!

With GANGSTER Ties...
Who DON’T Compromise...
When Money’s A Prize...
That’s Within Their Sight... !!!!

You See These Rhymes I Write...
AREN’T For Dollars Or Dimes.. !!!

Although It Would Be NICE...
To Be RECOGNISED BEFORE I Die... !!!

So That I Can Earn Dough...
But STILL STAY Way Below...

The RADAR of... " STARS "...
Who Behave Like An ***... !!!

Whose Grass DOESN’T PASS...
Grades That EMBARK...
On Voyages... DARK... !!!

That Are...
PROCURED To Make Marks... !!!
In The COOLEST of Hearts...

Because They’re SMART... !!!
And APPRECIATE The Art...
of... INTELLIGENT Folks... !!!

Rather Than These DOPES...
Whose Flows Are BROKE...

With Tones... UNLIKE Loc’... !!!

Which Is Why What I QUOTE...
Is... MUCH MORE Than Those... !!!

Who CHOOSE To Display...
... IGNORANT Wordplay... ?!?

Which I Guess Is Because...
They Have NOTHING To Say... ?
That HOLDS ANY WEIGHT... !!!

Because Their FLAWS...
And FRAUDULENT CLAIMS...
... ARE IN The Rhymes...
That Get Them AirPlay... !!!

On... Stations That...
Should Play MUCH MORE...
Lyricism That’s RAW...
That Deals In FACTS... !!!

INSTEAD of These Tracks...
That DEFINE The Word WHACK... !!!

Or WHATEVER NEW SLANG...
Is Now Used By Young Clans...
To Say That It’s... CRAP... !!!

That’s Made By These Cats...
ONLY Thinking of CASH...
FAST CARS And THAT PAD...
That ALLOW Them To GRAB...
A FINE Piece of ***... !!!!!!

Who’s QUICK To Give...
A Whole Lot MORE...
Than They Would Do...
To An Artist WHO...
Is RIGHTEOUS But... POOR... !!!

Because They Are...
WAY ABOVE The Hoards...
Who Get To Tread Boards... !!!

And Then Behave Like ******...
Because They Couldn’t Endure...
The PRESSURES of War... !!!!

When The Talk That They Talk...
DOESN’T Get To Walk Though CERTAIN Doors... !!!
Because They Believe In SO MUCH MORE... !!!

Than... “ Creativity “...
That’s Made For A BIG SCORE... !!!

When Peoples Problems...
Are Being........ IGNORED...

By Those Who CLAIM...
To Want To See The Game RAISE...
And DISPLAY THOUGHTS...

That Are UNLIKE Cains’...
of The MODERN AGE... !!!

The Type Whose GUISE...
Holds MORE Than LIES... !!!

Because They DISGUISE...
How They Choose To DENY...
The HARDEST Rhymers...
And CREATIVE Writers...
Whose DESIRE Holds FIRE...
That They CAN’T RETIRE... !!!

Something Like MINE... !!!

And The Rhyme Designs...
That Are MORE INCLINED...
To Drop... REALITY Lines... !!!!!!!

RATHER Than THOSE...
That Have Gained Applause...
And A LOAD of AWARDS...
From An Industry BORN...

To PROMOTE These FRAUDS...
Whose Creations Now BORE... !!!

UNLIKE What I Find...
INSPIRES My Rhymes... !!!
Because Their Cause.....
Is To Lyrically Show...
That Flows Now WELL KNOWN...

DON’T Even Come CLOSE... !!!
To The Style of Wordplay...
I Now Drop And EXPOSE...

That’s ABOVE These **’s...
And... IGNORANT Blokes... !!!

Whose Flows Hit Zones...
That Reach Radios...
And Peoples’ Headphones... !!!

And That BIG VIRGE Quotes...
And Rhymes That Flow...
In Time Will Be Shown...

To...
  
... TRULY BE WORTH...

“Much MORE Than THOSE !“
As the poem says folks !

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