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Jolene D'Souza Oct 2019
There was once a hungry lonely lion
Who hadn’t any friends
It never stopped him from trying
But it was too late to make amends

He had eaten Mr. Zebra for dinner
And Sir Buffalo for the crunch
The animals thought him a sinner
When he ate Mrs. Kangaroo up for lunch

He didn’t get invited to Giraffe’s party
It quickly created a void
He heard it was chill and hearty
And they played a lot of Pink Floyd

The lonely lion sighed
His carnivorous desires left him bleak
As much as he really tried
New friends were impossible to seek

One fine day he was struck
By a lightning of epiphany
This idea could very well bring him luck
And end his spell of infamy

While on the toilet seat
He browsed through a magazine page
A new diet with no meat
Seemed to suddenly be all the rage

He grabbed a bowl of grass
And ignored his craving for gazelle
He’d decided to be a lion with class
As he excitedly snacked on lightly salted pretzels

For breakfast he had a juice
And Mrs. Parrot noticed it was kale
Soon the lonely lion declared a truce
And Mrs. Parrot squawked of his vegan tale

For lunch the lion ate cauliflower
And the animals gasped in shock
“Come animals, witness my vegan power!”
Roared the lion as he chewed on a grassy stalk

Soon the animals welcomed the lion
Except Mrs. Owl who was wise
There’s something about him I'm not buyin’
I just can’t seem to believe all his lies

When there was finally peace in the forest
The lion threw a grand feast
He called the best chefs and the florists
To give his new friends a treat

The spread was mighty splendid
All the dishes were vegan and gluten-free
And when the dinner had ended
The animals sipped on piping hot tea

“You’re generous and astounding!
Our herbivore brother and kind beast
This transformation has been confounding
But thank you for the wonderful feast!”  

The lion was now glowing with pride
In the animal kingdom he was admired
But something rumbled from deep inside
Something in just the way he was wired

His hunger which he ignored
Came bursting through the seams
The satisfied lion now got bored
With his desperate vegan diet dreams

He pounced on Mr. Rabbit
And gobbled him up pretty fast
Blame it on the bad habit
But his vegan diet did not last

He ate Mr. Deer and Mr. Moose
Yet his tummy growled for some more
He ate Mr. Hare and Mrs. Goose
Until nobody was left on the forest floor

The owl watched completely flustered
as her friends were brutally killed
Mr fox and his wife covered in mustard
gobbled by the lion who was weak willed

I apologize for my condition
My weakness is delicious meat
I need to tend to my nutrition
And thus I must simply eat

I truly am sorry said the lion Stud
As the night grew silently grim
But the chances of us being real buds
Are unfortunately pretty slim
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Bling Shop
Afro Brothers
proprietorship

buyin and sellin
filthy lucre
of down hard
Gat packin
Gangstas
on the down low
throwin down
fallin hook
line and stinker

just a bunch
of lil fishies
wigglin at the end
of golden chains

its all about
the bling baby
all about the bling

"I pity the fool"
saith Mr. T
the potentate of
soul and gold
who ain't
down with
the cool jewels
of righteous
B Teamers
arrested by
the silk rope
of glitzy discos
bribing bouncers
with an
earnest Jackson
to *** rush
the vanity faire
of bumping
A Listers

Or was it
Def Jam
Buddhas
minting
coin on
MTV?

exploiting
misogyny
and ghost
face killas
NWAs
slugging cases
of Kristol
blowing
fat spliff
smoke
up the *** of
Phat Farm
kids in
the hood
shooting
silver
bullets at
the man
takin baths
in tubs
of fifties
lighting up
with crisp
C Notes
rollin
through
life
in black
Escalades
its silver
spinners
twisting fast
round
corners
where
being cool
went blind
and
Coolie High
homies
still tip
a sip
for the
brothers
who ain't
there

Today
its all about
the raised fist
of power to
the P Diddy
fighting
the power
of the people
as leggy
Beyonce
warbles
songs
for the
posse
of a
Libyan
Dictator
whose
blood
money
pays
a cool
mil
cover
for a
New Years
Eve
tune

Its all about
the bling
baby

All about
the bling
baby, all
about the
bling.

NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Best Prices in
Trenton Since
1997

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Gil Scott Heron
Ain't No Such Thing As Superman

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2/25/11
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Louis Fraser Apr 2012
Sociopathic spiritualist
Confused by this?
Ya gettin' the jist
Years in a green mist
Gorilla ****** at the sight of poachers hi-viz
Blatant thievery
Gettin' me irate & militant
Conductin' information like a cobalt filament
Hippocracies imminent
If you don't know the deal look at Africa's innocents
The future for a fee
Monitory
Cold as the Chukchi seas
If your wonderin' where they be?
Let go of Albert Square & check your geography
Menace to sobriety
Rudarellis playin' tennis with the moods it's supplyin' me
Preachin' no class As
Hittin' the mirror like the mans buyin' me
AJ Cox Apr 2012
YOU aint no gangsta.
With a pistol grip pump.
******* underaged girls
For money to buy junk.
You’re a player for sure.
Playin with minds of children is easy.
Capitalist pigs like you make me queasy.  
You smashin the man?
Youre jackin off to the sounds of the system,
Beatboxin records while the ignorant minds listen.
To illusions of grandeur…
Your caddy rims rollin.
All the while corporations controllin
Your mind.
YOU aint no gangsta
With a pistol grip pump.
youre just a ****. *****-average guy
Walking a racial divide
Elitist **** telling another whitemans lie.
To the masses of laborers.
Buyin what you be sellin
Your  notions of success
Aint my version of rebellin.
Jeremy Betts May 2022
(too long version)

Life indeed pushed me to the edge of the cliffs end but the jump was my decision, no one there could ever be bothered to care enough to even explore the simplest question much less begin thinkin' about askin' what I was thinkin' when I settled on the option I ultimately, on more than one occasion, failed at miserably while attemptin', like the byproduct of rabbits ******' my faults are multiplyin' as my spark goes dark at the same time my shine went dim, not worth restorin' this vessel that sits as decoration in a white trash front lawn deterioratin', startin' from the back end then devourin' the engine

One step forward, two giant leaps back pedalin', that was the general motion of regression, lookin' like I'm plagiarizin' Michael Jackson when he's on stage performin', masterin' that classic moon walkin' he's known for doin', never as smooth as him but you get the picture I'm paintin', losing track of my destination as it began droppin' out of sight behind the horizon, followin' the trail the sun was blazin'

Can't see the forest for the trees and vegetation, could have heard the pre-lumber fallin' if you would only humor me and at least pretend to listen, but that there is somethin' you have zero interest in which is interestin' cause if the past has taught me anythin' about what you find pleasure in it's that you're lovin', above everythin', the chance to keep pointin' out and highlightin' how I'm a terrible human bein', a garbage person but not a man and no CDL license, I'm not pickin' up the trash I'm metaphorically dwellin' in only then to have it pile back up again times ten, ultimately creatin' my own land fill location within, wilfully lettin' recycled misfortune to continue hittin' me on the chin, it's due to inadequate trainin', not for the lack of tryin' to defend

No direction just a lie practiced to perfection too keep 'em from noticin' my state of depression, leave 'em guessin'. But to keep the honesty rollin' in I have a confession, I'd loan you the money to pay attention but you'd never take that good for nothin' offerin' and I ain't even placin' blame, just sayin', I know my position, I'm fully aware I'm on the losin' end of this game of tug-a-war life and I are playin', though I think it's cheatin', countin' cards to ensure a win, gamblin' that I'll give in and fold before noticin' I'm the mark bein' taken, the journey of life is a rigged expedition

What am I doin' besides losin'? Why am I here became the daily question, how do I get out this mess of confusion that's drownin' me to the point of extinction? It's an impossible equation even for a mathematician with years of education, so you know for certain I'm lyin' when, for no good reason, I have a go at answerin'. The slipknot is workin' just as I was expectin', slippin', goin' taunt, slidin' into its final position

I should mention, if you're thinkin' this has taken place solely for attention you're sorely mistaken, you never come to that realization, dodgin' conversation in an attempt to avoid confrontation, leavin' me noticin' there's no one standin' by and extendin' a hand to help and lookin' back there's never been. No one attendin' my lonely execution by decapitation in an effort to stop the spreadin' of harmful misfortune I feed myself, bad for my mental health, a deadly addiction that's become somewhat of a tradition through repetition, turnin' a weapon on myself, worsenin' my condition, that's a fact based observation not an opinion

No resolution in the hard hitting revelation that there's no salvation for someone who's gone and done what I've done and gone on livin' in a web of fear that I first spun for protection but couldn't stop the infestation from gainin' the traction it was needin' for the completion of my complete elimination

Cravin' anythin' real to place my faith in, I'm bein' told the hate and pain I'm bathin' in is of my own creation, I can see the connection as I sit broken down in the intersection of real life and fiction, I've lost control again and once again there's no mulligan. Am I seein' the glass half full or half empty or maybe it's all an illusion regardless of perception? Lost my vision, can't see through the pollution and corruption runnin' rampant with no solution comin', I'm a simpleton so this ***** gettin' confusin', a complete brain malfunction

I've awoken the beast within and just as I was predictin' we instantly began battlin' to the death, fightin' for position and a quicker end to the situation I'm always findin' myself in then findin' out for myself that it's always been my own reflection startin' back in my direction, the ugly inside is finally outwardly projectin', can't even pretend to be my own friend, enough is enough, I'm saying when

Its lurkin' just under the skin, waitin' for the moment to strike and beat me down to nothin'. When will it end? Never I'm guessin'. I'm gonna have to try to put an end to it all myself again, tirin' of the repetition to the point I usually take no action, sometimes due to exhaustion but still just lettin' it all happen like that's what I was plannin' from the beginnin' but that makes about as much sense as quittin' ****** right after the needles insertion or waitin' till after overdosin'

Frustration givin' way to aggravation and aggression leavin' little satisfaction even if I could squeak out a win, but I'm no longer wastin' time waitin' for that to happen so I'll probably most likely be caught sleepin', dreamin' about what could've been had I listened to my gut feelin' and put in the same amount of stock I place in what my treasonous mind and heart are always sayin'
and not let doubt creep in and claim top billin' as it's permanent position, knocking out compassion and reason, replacin' both with the hate and weight of a nation

It's a fools mission, I WILL be beaten' into submission, the last thing I'll hear as my energy gives up on existin' is the mortician statin' then time stampin' my expiration, that and the body bag zippin', family left pickin' out a coffin from the bargain bin, not worth payin' a fortune, only payin' little respect to the fallen then quickly forgotten at the drop of a pin

You're sayin' I have a purpose but I'm witnessin' me wastin' every minute of the earths rotation and never reachin' the conclusion that I was slackin', far to laxed in the preparation for a home invasion of this mental prison I'm caged in where I'm servin' a life sentence and I'm mentally and emotionally starvin' while my vision of any kind of future begins to darken

No open invitation, but that's not stoppin' my personal demon from just walkin' right in and startin' the killin' spree up once again, focusin' first on positive motivation just for existin', of course that's just my imagination, but could you imagine? A horrible vision to the average pedestrian, I know, but I still crack a grin at the thought of it happenin', the devil on my shoulder is at it again

My light fractured through a prism and some went missin' and I never got around to lookin' so no chance of gettin' it back into my possession, there's no raignin' it in, goin' from a fools errand to a search and rescue mission seemingly overnight but for what reason, just to teach me a lesson? I don't test well, I won't make it to graduation

Choices made out of desperation got me lookin' and feelin' like a felon, to survive I had to become the villain of the biography I'm narratin', this isn't livin', at best it's just barely holdin' on for dear life and weakenin', a measly attempt at survivin', forced into an intimate relation with the unforgivable, each of the sinful deadly seven

The line not to cross was paper thin, walked it like a drunk person in front of a couple corrupt police men, heathens but feelin' better than, lost control long ago, before I fell off the wagon, I ain't talkin' about drinkin', it started way back when with prescription medication, ones that were suppose to be helpin' but then used for wreckreation and that's when it began draggin' me down to an underground parkin' garage elevation

I didn't have a break down, like I said, it was a break in home invasion with the assumption there was somethin' worth takin' to begin with but everythin' inside is broken and you can see the corrosion of the foundation built on sand, makin' this temple worth nothin', even self worth is fadin'

Graspin' at the air and yet again findin' nothin', grapplin' with the notion I'm nothin', prayin' my emergency flotation device will suffice cause the water is ragin', feelin' the undertow currant strengthen in it's concentration, I think it's attackin' and there's no escapin' so I began blinkin' SOS in old fashion morse code hopin' you don't need help with the translation, if that's the case then I'm done for, why bother debatin', I'll take myself out of the equation, preparin' my soul for the comin' evacuation

You begin lyin' just to raise my spirits but I ain't buyin' into what you're sellin', counterfeit concern bein' spoken with no emotion or conviction, after the extensive evaluation I see it's no garden of Eden I'm livin' in, again, someone's been lyin', I'd be wakin' right into the den of a rabid lion shrouded in original sin, I ate the fruit knowin' full well it was forbidden, straight up poison but zero ***** were given, so this was bound to happen, the writin' was on the wall, who am I kiddin'?

You have my permission to begin the process so let's just go ahead then and get this over with so I can silence the voices within, I've eliminated every complication, layin' on the tracks at the crazy train boarding station, awaitin' the unavoidable, provin' I was correct in the assumption that this is the right time to initiate my endin', a personal Armageddon...oh, well hello, you must be that Satan guy I've been hearin' so much about from everyone preachin' directly in my ear then going out the other, it's still hard not to listen, I'm just tyin' up a loose end or two then I'm yours for the takin'

...alright, thanks for waitin', now then, let the journey to my endin' begin shall we? I'm takin' the lead on this one cause I know where we're goin' and I'm no good at followin' direction...obviously, it goes without sayin'

©2022
Amanda Jean Jan 2011
You apologize as if you feel remorse.
You lie!
It's all about the sale.
I was merely your customer and the bed was your product.
Anything for a sale, anything to convince me you had what I wanted.
But you were the one that wanted what I had.
You apologize because you miss me.
Well baby, keep em comin cause I'm not buyin.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be.
Apologizing for your selfish words and charming lies.
Pity party honoring you, tragic life thats only yours.

Salesman, I'm not interested.
Your money does not impress.
Salesman, show me the door!
I don't care how sharp you dress.
Salesman, you had me fooled.
Your flashy cars and fancy toys were your favorite tool.
I don't give a **** what the world says you're worth,
because it's only a name, simply a title.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be, a
lonely salesman who thinks of me.

Keep dreaming baby cause I'm never coming back.
You had your way with me, stole it all in only a day.
'I love you' is what you speak, but 'I lust you' is all that leaks.
Talking large and living the same.
Hooking me was purely a mind game.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be, a
lonely salesman who thinks of me.
Jeremy Betts Sep 2022
I catch myself sulkin' in a dangerous headspace far to often
Hope fadin' to nothin' as I witness this slowly becomin' a trend
Does life's chokehold ever loosen?
Possibly but probably only after recordin' just one more win
Does the fall from grace to then through the bottom of my rock bottom ever soften?
How many of life's knockout blows to the chin can I take before smelling salts are no longer an option
They completely stop workin', then, try as you might I can no longer be woken but I'm not dreamin'
I hate to think it but is my inner peace destin to be found in a cheap coffin from some morbid discount bin
Only then activatin' when they set me in and my body begins the process of decomposin'
I'm not that lucky, I already know how it'll end
Only leads to a destination for those with the designation of unforgiven
Seems like I was made pre-broken but more often than not the why is an overpriced question, so it's rarely spoken
How is any of this benefital to my survival and progression towards a vaguely promised fairy tail endin'
Feels like regression made it it's mission to win the tug o war competition and it's lookin' like it did while barely tryin'
There's only so far I can bend, destined to give in, I'm sayin' when with a voice through a digital pen
Regardless who's payin' attention, wether anybody likes it or not there's no stoppin' or dodgin' what's comin'
If history's taught me anythin' it's that there's no way this isn't happenin', it's both out of my hands and out of the question
I won't beg you to listen, the dead end repetition has caused me to bail on even the lowest bar of expectation
I'm not strong enough to keep goin', I can no longer pretend, can't count on myself to treat myself like a friend
I've never known or at least have forgotten how to mend, now I'm the firey wreckage of a doomed hydrogen Zeppelin
A bad idea tried over and over again, full send, hand your beer to a friend, yeah, we all know that definition
I'm a multi fasited paradox, like water and oil mixin', or a Christian followin' what Jesus was actually teachin'
Good and evil coexistin' under the same skin so there's a constant battle ragin' within
Given advice but don't listen, cost of hate skyrocketin' but I'm buyin' in without even researchin'
Ignorin' every critical warnin' while needlessly explorin' the landmine riddled mess I'm in
My own reflection is a poor representation, I begin witnessin' the facade crackin' revealin' a twisted perfection
But perfection was never the requirement, but still a required lesson
I couldn't begin to tell you how many times I was a dollar short of payin' attention
Realization sets in mid tail spin, lost all sense of direction, my guidance system way overdue for an inspection
But once again no one gets in even though I'm desperately needin' a licensed technician
My problems baffle the best of list of repair men to the point they go searchin' out a new profession
I'm an occupational hazard, a coward, findin' the bad in every good situation, a magnet for confrontation
Then I start thinkin', maybe my malfunction is beyond repairin' so I focus in on my masks restoration
The projection of a sane person is important as to not draw attention to this infection of darkness that's spreadin'
An infestation of my past, present and future anxieties manafestin', fear on every station, runnin' into problems at every elevation
A hate hate relation, both comin' from and directed at the same person
Cursin' my own existence as every action taken to better this god forsaken life adaptation only sees the situation worsen
What's the solution? Where do I even begin lookin'? Is there a guide I could or should be followin'?
If I told you hope was taken all the way back before my creation I'm sure it'll have you thinkin' I must be mistaken
But I have no stake in or reason to lie, no exaggeration needed when the truth alone is so friggin frightenin'
Don't come a knockin', you wouldn't want me to invite you in, the den is set up like a ***** dungeon
Horrendous ***** happenin' within these walls, under my skin, you couldn't and shouldn't try to imagine
It'll break you down like a fraction, plus, I can't say that I can see the attraction
You're gonna have to come up with an explanation for that one again, start from the beginnin'
'Cause I thought I made the warnin' clear, extra bold between each quotation, reiderated in every caption
Let me give you some life changin' advice son, run, don't look back till you see kingdom come on the horizon
I'm not one to bet on, a hopeless lost cause, it'd do you well to move on

©2022
Some may say that I'm lyin, but the music is dyin,
And I want to bring it back so I have to keep tryin
Until it comes back to life then my words'll keep cryin
Songs are supposed to expose the soul, where'd that all go?
It seems like all you care about is money, hoes, and clothes, but why are you writing? That's all a playa wants to know
Mo money mo problems, your lyrics speak volumes
How your priorities are whack, that's a matter of fact
When you see your reflection in the mirror, can you really handle that?
You say look at all these things I'm buyin
I say look at all these kids who keep dyin
And you got what they need, so why you gotta show your greed?
You could've helped a family maintain
If you didn't buy that new gold chain
Do you know how you would feel if you saw the eyes of those in pain?
Don't you know society breeds jealousy, especially, when I admire the wealthy, then my ambition's unhealthy, and the second that I make then nobody can help me
And I've become what I've despised
A recurring cycle towards demise
robert ondis Jul 2014
SEND ME YOUR CAKE
I'LL EAT IT ALL DAY
DO WHAT I WANT
DON'T NEED PERMISSION TO PLAY

YOU THINK I'M A GOD?
WHEN I RUN DOWN YOUR BRO'S?
IF I STEP UP THE ANGER?
CALL YOUR SISTERS ALL **'S?

I KNOW YOU'RE A *****
YOU THINK THAT I CARE?
KEEP BUYIN MY RECORDS
STAY OUT OF MY HAIR

I KEEP SPEWING THE VENOM
YOU KEEP ON BUYIN'
I'LL GLORIFY VIOLENCE
THAT KILLS YOUR KIDS
WHY YOU CRYIN'?

BECAUSE YOUR SO STUPID
I'M THE RICHEST AROUND
BE SPENDIN' YOUR MONEY
KEEP TEARIN' YOU DOWN
******* ***** I'm dreaming,
of you and another man reaming,
well you are a succubus and a demon,
And I'll tell you right now, its my emotions that you are feeding,
on and on I go tears streaming,
waking up cold sweat beating,
the brows of my forehead and my teeth bleating,
Clashing, gnashing, outside is scary but within it is bleeding,
knife wounds to the gut, butterflies screaming,
I can't even sleep now, covered in my own *****,
Hating you, blaming you, dreading the upcoming meeting,
Can't escape it, can't fight it, it is your body I'm needing,
Your soul that still makes me feel like givin',
Up and dyin' here in this bed of my own decievin',
Girl, I'll tell you its our fault I'm leavin,
Dead and unheeded,
Depressed and beaten,
down by the secrets of me you were keeping,
But now it is over and still on my sub-conscious you are eating,
So every time I wake up, half-dead and decreasing,
I still find you, And I find myself singin',
But you deserve no more songs no more revelin,
Not from me, no, you'll find happiness everlastin',
And I know this I can see it, I am dreaming,
And his **** is bigger and its aching,
The torture, the ****, the forlorn breeding,
Modern society or mental instability,
I dont know babe, Im ******* crazy,
Lazy but forcefully preceding,
When I tell you I'm flawed and dominating,
You laugh at me, hardly even breathing,
and I cant help but still be believin'
My love, my idolization, it is sickening,
and as the subject, my former accomplice, partner in crime, your sins to are quickening,
You made one mistake and that was never falling,
Ever out of yourself and now your life you'll be living,
Yet that mistake was not yours, nor any others my darlin',
I was simply not the man, a scared abused child buyin',
More hopes and lies to fight the pain of hatin',
Yourself every day wakin',
Up thinkin', without her I'm wasting,
Too much fear, too much pressure, babe you cant even be feelin',
You just gotta sit there and get *******, no performance, no mind rushing,
a thousand miles and still good for nothing,
Failure again, forevermore, the one person you can live without now ignorin',
You, 'Sexually incompatible', and all the gravy,
Still I kept coming of the dream, of the real one, of you and me feeling,
A love greater than love, obsession and needing,
Just one more look, one more hug, one more day of existing,
But now, buttercup, its just me up alone at night, fighting
The memories of you, and, for what its worth,
I'm losing.
Ma Cherie Jan 2017
There I see stardust,
in your bright eyes,
spinning galaxies of grey,
while some might say they're blue,
though it's not for them to say,
& all I know right now,
is my sun has gone away.

As I'm your Mother Earth,
& you're my dearest Sun,
you're shining on my heart,
& my relief when days are done,
a satisfying feeling,
in the victories we've won.

I sometimes call you poppa,
as I rub your happy tummy,
guess momma done it right,
cuz I cooked you somethin' yummy,

You are the only magic,
my heart has ever known,
cuz I'm doomed without your light,
I cannot do it all alone,
I am weary,
I am tired,
I'm a quickly aging bone,

You taught me toughen up
say it ain't as if you're dying,

you seem like you don't care,
only sometimes when I'm crying,

I know that you do love me,
but I feel I love you more,
I'd walk across a fire,
& swim to distant shore
I know that it's the truest love,
in this I can't ignore,

Your heart is where my home is,
& I couldn't say it truer,
& I love you more tonight,
as my days are getting fewer,

I see you try to help,
you wouldn't just keep tryin'
it's not too much your sold on,
or them theories that you're buyin',

You helped me see the beauty
now please I ask see mine,
I'm not asking for your sympathy,
or to set up for me a shrine,

I only want your hand,
to walk with me awhile,
down the old back roads,
and then on the longest mile,
you are the ONLY one,
who can bring,
my happy smile.

Cherie Nolan © 2017
Hey....just surviving. Trying,..
Gabriel Jan 2014
(Am extremely large man standing at a sorely inadequate podium announces, in a softened loud auctioneer voice)

"Love to the highest bidder, a heart lies on the block. Who dares to start the bidding? Drift away from merely talk."

"Ahhh…however, just a little twist"

"Legal tender is no good here, put away your cash. Your credit matters not, just put down the stash. You had better have your merit, that’s the only way you're buyin' here. I hope you understand it."

(Flustered woman turns to leave, muttering, "Some auction!")

The large man continues…

"True, this may seem like an auction of the most material nature. But I assure you ma'am, You have every reason to stay here. Cause this is the infamous, No Gut Shot Block, where it's not so much about what you have, more to prove what have you got."

A woman from the crowd yells, "But I got all this money?"

"You can pay your way in other auctions, but not the one on this day. Yet I see your bid of impatience and that’s the lowest offer today. Who will be the next to place a bid, who will be the next one to call, which one of you is willing, to show this heart here one of your flaws."

"It's still an easy game…highest bidder takes the heart, but twist of this little game, is that to win is to completely fall apart…."  



…..A man walks by a door and hears women sobbing, and as he passes through a door he hears a women say, "Gentlemen, the bidding will begin shortly"…..
JL Feb 2012
A walk to the bus stop anymore
Is big trouble
The way big steam ships pass by
With a groan and a shudder
Old men walk by
On their stilts up so high
Talking on horns that light up the sky

A pack of boys in black  shorts
Go running right by
With glasses taped together
They shoot at the sky
With the single most dangerous
Man made gun
One pointer finger
And one bendy thumb
Yellow toothed smileys
Try to sell you a deal
Powders and diamonds
That make your head reel
But I ain't buyin'
I've had enough
I'm savings up
To get myself out  
The stairs on the buildings all coiling and rusted
The mold on the billboards molded and crusted
Two big eyes
And a glass bottle of coke
Oh please please buy me
Must be a joke
Because I work hard for a penny a day
And I'm saving each penny
To run far far away
mark john junor May 2015
how do you feel
lost and alone at the end of your dime
someplace on the road between the here and the now
out of smokes and outa luck
barefaced to the carnival of night
the day passes slowly into the vastness of the past
hungry eyes puddled with traces of regret
for all the places you've been and think you belong
for all the treasures of the past yet to be plundered
and all the sweetness to which your heart has succumb
convinced of the need to find a home
a place to breath easy
you take a few tentative steps to the road
in hopes of finding its easier than it seems
to kickstart your old bones
and write a new tale for you to sing
how do you feel down here at the end of your last dime
finger-licking good or foretastes of gloom
waiting here for the prize you know aint comin'
waiting here for the explanation you aint buyin'
thin and looking a little like a ghost
see you on the other side
rob Sep 2014
DARK CIRCLES  under my eyes
weary and TIRED
looks like i got high
in reality ive been ******* with tears in my eyes...
your turn

my turn? my eyes burn as well
The demons of hell have turned my back into furniture
each vertebrae is in pain for heavens sake
My own wake will be replaced by someone more important
and my funeral will be postponed due to rain


comth with your *** sith
its the way of the conservative
so shallow, they may as well be illiterate to human sake
the writing on the walls aching for some pertinence
everyone sees the destruction, the wretched police enforcing it
helpless we die in our filthy wealth
until we learn to save our selves
luxurious items are wicked in the way of souls as prizes
what’s the cost of a couple ***** boys from Africa?
just a sheckle over a diamond why not? im buyin it


****** men, Damning all,
To Satan. To the Demon Ruler
*** siths on tongue and lips
drip after drip on the souls of ancestors
They watch you rule, oh slavers
they watch you drool over riches
to you, these beautiful nymphs
they're doomed to be *******
they follow your lead and become what you want
blame them not
for they are a byproduct of your weakness

Innocent hypocrites, diluted of all culture
vultures infused with stimulants
so stifled we cant concentrate on whats important
high after high
going lower and lower
Now we know the new world order
our graves have been dug
now we shovel the dirt back on ourselves
sleeping better than waking up
this society is an atom bomb
and were all dying from the radiation
noise and light pollution is all we know
where did the stars go?
i need to go find home
pat wrote the parts that are masterpieces
Brad Lambert Sep 2013
I've heard that wakefulness is life.

That hearin' and seein'
and feelin' a'tastin' and touchin'
are living all the same.

I've heard that to bear one's heart is above all deeds.

He said,
"The world's built for cynics, don't say such things. I'd spit on an ant just to sit and watch it drown before I'd share a picnic crumb with an ant who can't swim."

I'm not a heavy sleeper,
I don't spend much time shot puttin' a'careenin'
through nighttime and midday naps.

I think it's hard to bear one's heart.

I hope that someday my son has a branch outside his window.
And that at night it will whip o' wind
and scratch a'scrapin' at his window
and his call will bring me in to bear my heart.

And that the person I first love will walk out the door,
intent to leave me forever, just so I can run after them.
In a sprint to hailing cab to feet on airport linoleum I won't dare say,

"Come back."

No, I'll be a'whisperin' sayin',

"I don't care where that plane's going as long as I'm going there with you."

In the terminal I'll run in to bear my heart.
I guess at the bottom of it all I just want to bear my heart.

I've heard that wakefulness is life
and that the sleeping are not living.

Nor a'dying buyin' time in nonexistent shot putt courts
where they aim for dreams within their dream.
The sleeping are surely always dreaming. But wakefulness is life.
fear of risen conscious
Folks need to awaken from the nonsense
I'm seeing eye for eye
Tooth for tooth I trade riches in for truth
What else can I do
Since blood was drew when I was born
im.stuck in the eye of the storm
From.harm but when I get to edge
Comes the swarm
Of fire from.hell will I dwell
in the corridors of heaven
I'm seeing images of my past ancestors
In mirror my visions clearer
Time is near the end no time to count my endz friends
Turn on ya faster than crooked cops
Look for that drug product to drop
In the hoods we buyin' but we ain't flyin'
That ******* I'm lettin' off slugs
Til the world cease restin' enemies in peace
Government don't care about you
Realize they lettin' us die in vain
Cuz they don't give a **** about us


Now the prophecy was givin'
At the Genesis
Souls being capture no redemption
For sins since Hells on earth
can't make no worth
My last verse is the realist I ever wrote
I'm packin' guns even in the park
Watch out for the narcs
Lookin' for TASK I'm in my black ski mask With a gang full of rip ridahs
We ready to die smoke til our brains fry
But it doesn't braille the operation
Occupations is fiendin' for the better
A go getter since these critics is *****
I make it wetter
Nobody can do it better
Once i wave my automatic then im causin' static
To White house turn that ***** red
All I'm envisionin' is them politricks dead most rappers that was killed was by
The ***** *** feds
I take this as my daily bread
**** the holy grail just another tale
To get us nigguhs trapped inside a jail
Which is really Hell no bail history tells
The truth unravel what's real from the fake
Strategize from.my.mistakes
stay with a barrage of ammunition for my commission my comrades we all bad
Show no gratitude im.rude bad attitude
My minds corrupted because society filthy
None of my enemies could milk me
Feel me
I'm raw and live with my spots take 5 shots
At the Pentagon Penetrate there minds
Got em confused they steadily plottin'
Im lightin' the fuse
Just another case of ghetto blues in the late night news
I'm arrested for the same **** they pull
To keep the majority of masses fooled
Complexin' everyone of us they stay with the guns bust
They want us all dead
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Realize muthaphukka
That they don't give a **** about US!!!!
money doesn't grow on trees so if you're selling' I ain't buyin'
and putting' your eggs in one basket wont keep the mocking bird from cryin'
a leopard cannot change its spots, not even in a New York minute
and a picture ain't worth a thousand words if theres nothin' painted in it

well I went on back to square one back up to the drawin' board
so come hell or high water I'm gonna keep kickin' that dead horse
yea I don't think that he'll mind much if we get down to brass tacks
these idle hands they are the devils tools and I know...

i got a pistol named curiosity so I gave it to the cat
if it ain't one thing its another and if it isn't then its that
they say that it takes two to tango, I say it only takes one to dance
and don't you make no bones about it 'cause its so...

you ain't playin' with a full deck, maybe we got off on the wrong foot
and I'll say this off the record, but I'll let you off the hook
just so we're on the same page, and you don't try and pass the buck
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and let you know...
michael gagain Apr 2013
money it seems......has little value
men will die...i'm tryin to tell you
its true what they say.....money is evil
grown men will cry
and jump from the steeple

rich get richer...and the poor they are dyin
there tryin to work....and just keep on buyin
we over spend it's our nature within
some of try to pretend we don't sin

we gamble it ...burn it and throw it away
this little green paper...with presidents say
you don't have enough..and you never will
it's the nature of the beast....this funny paper bill

how can you make...both ends meet
when you have no money..or nothing to eat
i lived in a shelter...and saw men shot.....for a simple thing..called a ten spot

money is known..to ruin a nation...it's done it before..
without hesitation..

it will never end...its bussiness at hand
the dollar bill will always stand....
you work your week...and cash your check
just to sigh and hand it back

we invented an item...that criminals want
they will take it at gun point
and you will be shot....

money oh money...what is your plan
will you ever stop shrinking....or killing the man...
cash is not king....because kings are great
money carries with it...so much hate..

i ******* and moanin as you can see
but if i win the lottery....
you'll never see me.........
"..if they spent
half as much on R&D;
as they do on marketing
they'd have a product
so worth buyin'
they'd scarcely even need to advertise!"
Mama knew since i was a fetus
My future minorities cops would beat us
Im screamin' **** they feelings
No love for the police
We used to run the streets
Now fools is scared to get beat
Face defeat
I learn from.scornful.memory
Of my 400 years oppression
Ancestry
My nigguhs aint hearin' me
To busy buyin'
******* that media sells
Smokin' blunts brains fryin'
I aint lyin'
Peep the game 48 to chose from
Dont you know you we apart of Jerusalem?
Got knowledge no longer dumb
When the war starts sound the drum
Aint no telling
Where this world is headin'
So many deep in the game
Tryna make fame and a name
Only to be buried with much shame
*******
In the hood got us insane
When it was started by Regans Gang
But i still hang
With my homies on the block
Tryna teach n preach
These brothers to stop
But **** it never fails
Always a hater on my tail
So many chasin' after dead slave master
And leavin' a grande disaster
Been cocked d since the days of elementary
Seen many brothers behind the penitentiary
But I dont worry
I gotmy mind made up
Breakin' the jaws off the Romans law
Now they wakin' up
Tryna stop me from startin' this
Revolutionary
Fools still belivin' in fairy tales
My lifes out on bail
We gotta make our own team
Intellect over cream
But it seems
We'll never come together
Too busy fightin' each other
While these muthafuckas killin' us daily
So once again will we roam
The streets ?
Are you afraid of the punk police???
Now ask ya self?
Realism truth intellect
Cameron u suk
When you get a hundred, you make me want to hit myself with a tractor truck
I don't even know why I keep tryin'
Flashcards is all I keep buyin'
You never smile
Kinda remind me of Kyle
Got a headache
Obviously my life was a mistake.
Hello, shiny blue/green diamond
It's time for us to start our rhymin'
Let's just never ever commit crimes an'
We just each might get a Heineken
If we do that, then I'll be buyin'
Let's all turn and act like Mayans
That's a good look to just cry in
Let's make the hairs stick up on our spine
We can do it all of the time an'
We'll act like Obama and start spyin'
Actually, let's not, he does too much lyin'
Let's buy some eggs so we can fry 'em
And let's not forget to rhyme
Let's all go work overtime!
And if you think you're so good at rhymin'
Then hurry up and will you chime in?
But if you annoy me while you're rhymin'
I may just possibly send you flyin'
Or kick you below the belt of Orion
TIME OUT FROM ALL THE RHYMIN
IT WON'T BE BACK 'TILL I CALL TIME IN
Don't start cryin'
About bein' beaten and then sent flyin'
I'm mimicking Obama by my lyin'
NOW IT'S TIME TO GO TO TIME IN
Let's make a nice comfy bed to lie in
And let's all just not get too giant
Just because the whole world just tries to pry in
To what I did to get that fine
Makalakashakagapasadasafayin'
Isn't anything to make a huge big crime in
This now concludes all of my rhymin'
I will now crush you you stupid diamond!
Arcassin B Oct 2015
by Arcassin B & Wolfspirit


AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,

WS : saw you leanin' against the bar
sippin' apple martinis
lookin' like a star
brothers making those googley eyes
and starin' at those powerful thighs
each one schemin' and buyin' you drinks
wonderin' what a goddess thinks
cruised up slowly with my best strut
talk to you like a lady, not a ****
caught some interest in those big doe eyes
and you took my hand....to my surprise
led me out to the dance floor
popped like passion and encouraged me more
held me close for that one slow dance
now, you got this man thinkin' sweet romance
baby, you look so good in those spandex pants
now i wanna get wit u for another dance,

AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,

WS : later, you said it was time to go
asked for my cell down on the low low
looked into my eyes and stroked my dreads
kissed my cheek and turned and said
"now listen, playa, don't be runnin' no game"
keyed in her number and her name
smiled and walked her to her ride
she had a gold Lexus sittin' outside
knew right off she was no pigeon
but then, i ain't no scrub ....we be largely livin'
then she kissed me warm and deep
said
"dream about me when you sleep
treat me right and i promise, boo
i guarantee i'll be dreamin' of you".
Wolves in the Ark
Cedric McClester Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Billy's at the bar
Sippin on his Bud
Watching two young lovelies
Wrestling in the mud
Everybody says
He's a classic fool
But ain't nobody yet
Did better in high school

Sarah was his lady
According to what I heard
But they broke up a while ago
At least that is the word
He now spends his time
Tryin to be a cad
And we all sympathize
Cos Billy's got it bad

Billy's got it bad
And everybody knows
What he feels inside
It's so obvious it shows

Life goes on for Sarah
She hardly missed a beat
She's lookin straight ahead
Not down at her feet
Billy ain't the only fish
Out there in the sea
And she knows in time
He'll be a passing memory

She's got other things
Runnin through her head
What she had with Billy
Is over now it's dead
It ain't all about
Tryin to place the blame
Or spendin time wonderin
Who smothered the flame

Billy's got it bad
And everybody knows
What he feels inside
It's so obvious it shows

So Billy takes his Bud
And swallows down the foam
In a crowd of people
He feels all alone
Thinkin 'bout his Sarah
And wonderin if she too
Ever thinks about him
Or gets a little blue

Though Billy tells folks
That everything's okay
Ain't nobody buyin
At least they're not today
It really doesn't matter
What he has to say
Nothin's been the same
Since Sarah went away

Cos Billy's got it bad
And everybody knows
What he feels inside
It's so obvious it shows



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
undefined Apr 2014
Stevi's buyin a prom dress
her momma's payin the bills
both are lookin for work now
A life in the rebuild.

Made it through the summer with the sand and the sun
In the cold winter months their love keeps 'em warm
Makin' things work out seems to come so easily ...
for the girls now laughing down at Hard Times Street
----------------------------------------------------------­---------------
Never seen a family so warm
Helping each other battle the storms
and wearing life's scars so gracefully
Time spent is always a pleasure
with the girls living down by Hard Luck Street
----------------------------------------------------------­----------------
...was just passing through when they took me in
Hope to make it back there to see 'em again
but we all know that the roads where I belong..

"Makin' good time I'll always rome
every stretch of mile that I call home"
But if ever down in Texas you know where you can find me...

Loving, laughing and making the best of things
with the girls making it up from Hard Times Street .
really am grateful to many of the people who inspire me in my life
like the one's in this song
:)
Mama knew since i was a fetus
My future minorities cops would beat us
Im screamin' **** they feelings
No love for the police
We used to love runnin' the streets
Now fools is scared to get beat
N Face defeat
I learn from scornful.memory
Of my 400 years oppression
Ancestry
My nigguhs aint hearin' me
To busy buyin'
******* that media sells
Smokin' blunts brains fryin'
I aint lyin'
Peep the game 48 to chose from
Don't you know you we apart of Jerusalem?
Got knowledge no longer dumb
When the war starts sound the drum
Aint no telling
Where this world is headin'
So many deep in the game
Tryna make fame and a name
Only to be buried with much shame
*******
In the hood got us insane
When it was started by Regans Gang
But i still hang
With my homies on the block
Tryna teach n preach
These brothers to stop
But **** it never fails
Always a hater on my tail
So many chasin' after dead slave master
And leavin' a grande disaster
Been cocked d since the days of elementary
Seen many brothers behind the penitentiary
But I dont worry
I gotmy mind made up
Breakin' the jaws off the Romans law
Now they wakin' up
Tryna stop me from startin' this
Revolutionary
Fools still belivin' in fairy tales
My lifes out on bail
We gotta make our own team
Intellect over cream
But it seems
We'll never come together
Too busy fightin' each other
While these muthafuckas killin' us daily
So once again will we roam
The streets ?
Are you afraid of the punk police???
Now ask ya self?
I makes it a point of buyin'
  My bacon
  In Macon
And nowheres else, no lyin'.

The porkers there
  Gotst a taste
  That doesn't waste
My time square.

I gotst to travels a good way --
  That's true --
  But, you'd, too!
For that flavor pay.

Besides, the folks
  Up there in them those parts
  Have real gentle hearts
That knows hows to coax!

Yessirreebob!  I makes it a point of buyin'
  My bacon
  In Macon
And nowheres else, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o lyin'!
I was reading a book that had quotes of Abraham Lincoln in the '80s and he called hogs and pigs "porkers"; I had never heard of them being referred to as "porkers," and I never even heard of the word before, either; and the first chance I got to use it -- in this poem -- I didn't hesitate.
Kyle Kulseth Jun 2018
The rats and the snakes
     creep in and crawl through your brains.
     Those veins are pumpin' sky blue blood.
Don't wanna circle the drain, but cycles spin 'round and 'round
     and then they **** ya down in thick, black mud.

It sticks in your craw,
          the way they're flappin' their gobs;
their dollars buyin' graveside seats.
Cheaters glom onto prayers the way you clutch at your chest,
                    and slobber in the putrid heat.

               When they come for ya, baby,
                      maybe run with me.
                Chase the dyin' light to San Jose.

               No point in cryin' or laughin',
               fightin', fussin' or clappin'--
       Cap or Crown, it's only goin' one way.


                              They bought.
                                 You sold,
                                missed rent.
                              It's getting cold.
                              November Rain.
                           It soaks you through.
               But that Song, girl, it ain't nothin' new.


So punch your ticket and scoff
while we all bend and cough.
Catch the last flight, and I'll stand by.

But don't lie to yourself--
          silver linings on brass,
they can't break through the gold-clad sky.

                          Yeah, ya silly ******...
jeffrey robin Dec 2013
If we don't stop



(What?)

••

Slimy "pseudo-love"

We see ourselves as raw **** pieces of

Meat-for-sale!

••

Dead *******

Meat-for-sale!

••

I ain't buyin it

You know

••

You do cause you're bored



What a ******* stupid way to live
SøułSurvivør Nov 2015
An interview with Mr Death
I felt (and smelt) his icy breath

He told me I was qualified
As his skeleton shook and sighed

He told me given half a chance
I could soon promote, advance

He said my work would be secure
That the job's a sinecure

Then, after talking for a while,
He gave me a toothy smile

I was unphased, was not yet dead
I knew my fate, I used my head
So I spoke, here's what I said;

"You've been comin' 'round my door
Promotin' for your stinking store

But I'm NOT scared. Ain't buyin' any
Wouldn't take it for a penny!

I don't have appreciation
I filled out no application...

Just go back to the grave beneath
You got no stinger, got no teeth

You can't have my bloomin' life!
I belong to Jesus Christ.

So you won't make me cry or beg,
Turn your face and shake a leg!

Death rattled in his tattered skirts
My parting shot?

"GO BUY SOME CERTS!"

Thus ended the interview
I'm no longer broken, blue.
Yes, I have more work to do
If he comes to bother you
Flush
the ******

DOWN THE LOO!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/17/2015
I was in a blue funk the last
couple of days. MUCH better now.

Sorry I haven't been reading.
I have SO much going on
Plus depression over circumstances.
Thank you all for bearing with me!
Daniel Magner Jul 2015
money makes me ugly,
as soon as I catch extra
you can see me at the smoke shop,
blowing it by buyin' packs of cigarettes
smoking two a pop,
drinking heinous amounts,
getting dangerous when I go out,
reckless intentions demolish
my apprehension for self harm,
not razors but walls,
not looking for a savior or even
interacting with all a y'all,
just sitting in the shower using
too much water while I finish off a bottle,
full throttle toward self destruction,
trying to not function,
I don't even want the promise
of resurection, distant on purpose,
so I'll close this with an apology
to everybody and me,
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Daniel Magner 2015
Work and pay taxes get lucky and might make millionaire caches if you step on enough of the masses
A public school fairytale in other words a classic

A degree only guarantees an inquiry
Into the job market not the key to a home as history taught it
We need an audit on who making the real profit, cause the the deposit is getting microscopic
While Garfield’s constantly getting dividends, I’m barely making ends, so when does the dream begin?

Got clips telling me to keep “grindin”
The more you hustle, the more you’ll be buyin
Skip the ad, back to the methodology on how to win at poverty when your effort considered second round, should have gone lottery


Itemize your body for somebody’s hobby, you can’t frown in a five-star lobby
Orchestrate the take from another families plate but when I bankroll too great
the feds wanna play Drake like the family matters to them outside election dates

Turn my life into a stalker dream, and access me via a stream cause I need more green
Even with the increase, the pain doesn’t cease now I’m looking for a new release
Fill the void in my account with mental health taking the mound, at full count
I can’t miss or end up on a “Where are they now?” playlist
Edward Lear
Quaffed beer after beer,
When they said, Lear you're gettin' queer,
He replied, "how pleasant to hear."

William Shakespeare
Always held a golden spear
When kids said thou can't hunt,old sage,
He did by locking them in a cage.

Robert Frost
In a wood once got lost
When lads asked what led him to stray
He replied, with age no brains can stay.

Sir Walt Whitman
Hid his Captain's mead can
When the Captain learnt all about this,
He threw all oars and sails into the sea.

Edgar Alan Poe
Once climbed a paw paw
To reach one for his love-dove, Lenore,
A raven snatched it croakin', "nevemore."

William Blake
Stood musing at the lake
But all water creatures came to the strand
And said, "bard this ain't dreamland."

Lewis Carroll
Penned a Christmas carroll,
Unto little birds by the echoing green
That mocked him: "Perhaps to the queen."

Sylvia Plath
Ambled by a woodland path
Crying should have loved a thunderbird,
But one squeaked, "it'd be more bad."

William Cowper
Once bore a wire of copper
But one day rats away ran with it
Thus since yon day rats he decided to eat.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Once was asked by kids so keen
What inspired his mysterious tales of old
And in a mellow voice replied, old is gold.

Rudyard Kipling
Once was asked by a king:
"What brings about thy wisdom,"
Quoth he, "such are fruits of boredom."

William Wordsworth
Once cast eyes upon the earth
By a hill when came he across daffodils
That prompted him to dwell by the hills.

Edmund Spencer
Was a pure miser
But one thing he loved most, a wreath
Of roses, that costed him all his wealth.

Emily Dickinson
Had a sick son
Who always told her, "You aint a Poetess,"
She retaliated by ever buyin' him dresses.

John Donne
Had no gifts like a phone
To win a lass's heart but only a bonnet
And many a pleasantly weaved sonnet.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Once strolling by the sea
Was asked to pen a poem by Ozymandias,
But upon failing, He ate his pancreas.

John Keats
Claimed to know secrets
Of mermaids in the mermaid tervern,
When they said nay, he hid in a cavern.

Lord Byron
Walked in a gown of nylon
Singing she walks in beauty like the night,
But replied a voice, "if only by daylight."
Good friends, greetings unto ye all, fellow bards..., hope thou art perfectly splendiferous. First and foremost I humbly apologize for my absence for quite a while as I'm racing with tides of time and destiny. But though been absent for a while, been missing ye all that while. God bless ye all and hope thou hast enjoyed my nonsensical clerihew about some of my fave bards of all time.

If by any bad chance I left out thy fave bard, below comment his/her name and I'll weave one out of his name...Loll.
Lawrence Hall Jan 2018
“Did Y’all Read About Those Chips in the Bible?”

In the Supermarket Checkout Line

“Did y’all read about those chips in the Bible?
Yessir, they got these chips now, and we ain’t
Gonna be able to buy or sell nothing
Without these here chips in our bodies

The C.I.A., some of those people got’em,
Yessir, and you ain’t going to the grocery store
And buyin’ nothin’ without ‘em. I read
Where it’s in th’ Bible, and, yessir, it is

Me, I’m standin’ on th’ World of th’ Lord
And I ain’t havin’ no chip put in, nossir”

— The End —