Is the story true?
That he would swallow animals alive
Or is it simply exaggerated
To shock our own eyes
I believe he was real, but the story
It just doesn't add up...
how on earth did he not throw it all up?
Tarrare still lives amongst us
In smaller doses on YouTube
People eating their way slowly
To new subscribers, and fans.
'Interview with a cannibal,'
That's there by the channel Vice.
And if you look a little closer
There are more scary beings
Hungry for a morbid delicacy
I wish I had never seen....
Tarrare truly seems to be
the most volatile and sick individual,
But did he simply eat out of choice?
Or was he so ill he couldn't be saved
From his eventual demise.
Whatever the case,
Versions of this man, they exist
and the scary part is.
We thought it was just him
jacksgap, my envy to new horizons
Jackson Harries took a year's gap. blew up on Youtube.
since Finn smiled. viewers sighed. a multitude.
Finn, the better twin, went to college
Jack, long hair and beard, kept travelling. baggage courage.
iisuperwomanii, my motivator to hustle
Lilly Singh sings a new philosophy.
on Youtube every Mon. and Thurs. viewer therapy.
She slapped it on a BAWSE book for the world to see
toured to share it personally. awarded a sleep deprived degree.
yeah nigga wanna make
enemies with me
ya see me flossing pistols with shining jewelry
not tryna be purtttty
but im coming with
the wrath of a panther
expanding my legacy
in every community
black folks hispanic folks
stop letting them smoke
out ya mind i grind with as i shine
over enemies they stay worried about me
and how i beat my feet so swiftly
enemies i line em
up one by one
this aint a game son
i be the don next kindred
of the holy one
died like my homie
did at thirty three and a half
Picture me dyin'?
for a world that never
carried about my ass
now these bitches coming fast
flash of my past
but im back to put them on they ass
check my gun blast
to this bitch name "militant returns"
now ya soul burned body stunned
by my lyrics spittin'
like bullets lock n loaded
through ya brain cells
i see you aint livn' well
ya see should haven't made enemies with me
ya punk bitch
livin in this life
of sin from begin
to the very end
will the father lord
let me in?
casted as a plant
but my roots grew up a screw up
now im makin' rants
for my childish antics
never panic while i bust at politics
once my pistols hit
ya melon aint no
tellin' or jailin'
me in this penitentiary
i was born rugged
and ill die rugged
life is raw so fuck it
gotta set black forts
for the crooked courts
feedin' my thoughts
soon ill be a corpse
for exposing so much
secrecy to all my
triple teamin me
it dont matter
the more they come
they more i dump
sendin- bombs like Trump
nah i mean transform on the scene
never puff bio green
coming wicked across yo screen
fuck this dream for cream
DC white house i know ya fear me
but shouldn't have made
enemies with mehh
I love all my fans,
Every woman and man.
Like, follow, subscribe,
Numbers are my pride.
Leave a comment below,
No criticism please.
If you do speak your mind,
I'll send my army of tweens.
Everyone should trust me,
My opinion is authority.
I deserve more views,
If I'm a minority.
And collabs galore.
If I stay generic,
I'll surely earn more.
I was overwhelmed by the enthusiastic response this poem received when I posted it last month. As it seemed to resonate with the current prevailing mood, I figured I'd try a quick spoken word video to go with it.
Thank you again to everyone who commented on, liked, added and reposted the written version.
Credit for filming and editing goes to Cornelius Something of Manufacturing Content
when we met you were all pinks purples and violets. a symphony of all the colors i would never wear. entirely too tightly wound. excited about life and all it hard to offer.
when we met you hated me. i was all blacks and greys and dark greens. you saw somewhere trapped under all that muck, you were the only to see this light that sat burried beneath all the mud.
you wanted to change me, i didn’t want you to change. you wanted to save me, i wanted to keep you safe. from the beginning you were my priority, maybe in a different way but never less important. i tried and tried to fight you off. but you kept coming back and back and back again. i tried to keep you form getting hurt. ended up getting myself killed. you brought me back to life.
now after so much time has passed, i see your pinks and purples and violets, have changed. not quite as bright as they once were. hardened and darkened by pain and suffering. but you still have that yellow core. that bright shining white effervescent light that will never go out. you took my murky walls. you white washed and painted them with love. you fixed my cracks and cuddles and filled them with your yellow. you gave me violet and it turned blue. i have navy’s and turquoise, and baby blues. all because of you
when we come together, that explosion of passion, i swear our souls melt and become one. when your body touches mine the colors explore and leak and run and spill everywhere. but you make it so god damn beautiful. when our bodies meet our colors mix, they become our pinks and purples and navy and turquoise blues. our lights swirl and spin together to make a galaxy within ourselves. only for us. only for that moment. but in those moments and ones like these where our bodies connect and meet, when you above or below me, when your lying next to me, or when you lie your head in my lap to read, you explode my colors. and you always will.
i am a person of the internet,
i know almost every song,
watch every youtuber,
spend my days updating constant social media,
its not a 'no life' thing its a social thing.
i have seen more videos then i care to remember.
i have watched re-watched, re-posted galore,
i am an internet kid,
and while its fun,
with this crazy messed up world.
i don't know if i want to be and
What started with benign intentions
Turned into an Orwellian invention
What started as a way to stop a mental trip
Is being used incorrectly for censorship
Yes, YouTube may be a company
But our speech is supposed to be free
And if we wanted certain features disabled
We all would've signed up for cable
So we'll find the information
And we will speak out
Let's join together from every nation
And make the world turn about