"clowning" poems
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.
14.3k
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
Hands on the wheel, uhh, **** that
Life for me is just **** and brews
See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q
Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true
Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do
See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'm a **** the world
I'mma be on tunes 'til God re-furls
You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher
You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire
Meanwhile my ***** drunk as ****
A ***** ****** up, we all ****** up
You done ****** up, I brought more blunts
Smoke back to up, you ****** know what's up
Too **** high, can't stand myself
I love drunk driving, man I'm something else
Heat on my side, you're more than welcome to melt
I'm 'bout to finish a pound, you're more welcome to help
**** and brews, **** and brews
Life for me is just **** and brews
I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice
Yeah, you heard me right, I might **** tonight
Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' ***** once again
It's the pretty ********** with a 40 ounce of brew
My ***** Q and we drunker than a *****
We gettin' millis ********** yeah, uh
***** **** and brews, unbelieveable
Got a freak or two, in my vehicle
Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink
Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu
With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope
Little bit of smoke, little coke
Little **** when they on them pills
Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms
Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels
And I keep the illest, trillest ******* while I'm swaggin' it
Crush a bit, little bit, that's my pursuit of happiness
If I ****** her once, then I could **** her twice
If I ****** her twice, I might change her life
If I change her life she might hit my ****
We could have a some and we could round it off with three
Her, Mary, and me, I'll keep it strictly G
My philosophy upon living right
***** **** and brews, and head every night
Hope the ***** nice, cause I'mma fight the *****
Beat it down and **** I be clowning with
Black Hippy crew, how swag am I
Be the reason why, she wanna drown my ****
But I soon realized, she was super dry
No paper planes, the Vegas will fly
Don't act surprised, too much Loc inside
Let's get stupid high, to where I can't reply
Love smokin' dope, I won't compromise
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
You talk about eggshells
I hear the crunch as I get closer to you
Thought it was glass breaking but it was too soft beneath my shoe
I can't stay out of your perimeter forever
When the diameter grows bigger and bigger
Pushing me farther away
I can still see soft silhouette
Your skin is so frail
Pale white made of the eggshells at your feet
You reach down time and again
When you're pierced by words
Cutting off oxygen
Penetrated by the carbon dioxide truth
You're not young anymore
Age is ageless numerals
You're not old
How many birds flew away from this pile of youth?
Each one once packaged like a gift
Leaving behind stacks of birth to sift through
You gathered them
Scattered them evenly around you
Put your appearance and self worth into them and
Waited for the crushing blow
Marching toward you from all sides
Your insecurities will swallow you and
The stomping will leave you angry and hollow
We are all hippy chickens
Making wishbones out of peace signs
Hoping for unity
Not realizing it's meant to be broken
A lopsided libra unbalanced
The powers that be
Expect you to follow obediently
Stand in line
You can't take just give
'Short people ain't got no reason to live'
Newman must have know
How difficult it is to create new men
One by one we attempt
To tip the scale in our favor
But the bigger Man
Can push it down with a finger
Like a toppling Pisa tower
A slow motion fall to the ground
A single direction agenda
The momentum gained
With each inch leaning
So stop clowning around
Sweep up your eggshells and
Go buy a dozen more grade A's and
Break them all at once
We don't have much time
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Shartles the rodeo clown
his tidy whities speckled, with brown
no fear to display, clowning away
staring the steers out, and down
He's the epitome of perfect poise
over the tumult, and all of the noise
in barrel to hop, his *** cracks, and pops
the bull's olfactory senses, destroyed
Saving the cowboys his rule
using each and yes, every tool
as he's feeling the need
his wife at home pleads
"not in your underwear, stool!"
He's a part of the annals and fame
everyone knows his clown name
Shartles ever will be
rodeo history
with just his bowels
too blame
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Empty temp me I think I mighta bent me
spent me now I’m broke
I get broken a lot looking for hope
It’s the pain and the strain that I smoke
I feel like hell and it drags me down
with every drag I take
not clowning around
It’s pouring rain
watch the blood run
Running in circles, call me insane
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Nature/Nurture
Which one hurts ya?
Born a ***** or raised a *****
Take your pick.
Mother Nature can be sick,
But so can your mother and so can your father.
Look at yer brothers
Look at yer sisters
All of 'em idiots
None of 'em got jobs
What's your prospects?
A life of desk jobs?
Nah, dealing and stealing
Taking without feeling
That's what you'll do
No dreams of being well-to-do.
You were born poor,
Raised to be poor,
Cos you're forgotten by the government,
No votes to be gained from givin' you a helping hand.
Born poor, stay poor.
No cultural capital
To help cast off the metaphorical manacles
That shackle any sense of aspiration that might give you inspiration
To defy nature
To defy nurture.
------------------------------
I'll prove ya wrong!
I was born poor for sure,
Raised poor is right,
But my folks weren't sick,
They raised me not to be a *****
My bloodline shows no decline
Just not born with entitlement,
So don't judge,
That's just ******* lazy
Don't believe the argument:
Nature versus nurture
I am me, now,
So don't get frenetic about my genetics.
I have free-will
I will pay my bills,
Not be defficient,
But be self-sufficient.
And what about you?
Sat in your Ivory Tower
Indulging in your power to judge those you don't know,
Believing them to be a product line of people scrounging,
Needing hand downs from the Crown
Doing nothing but clowning around,
Smoking dope
Being without hope.
But I will be someone,
And prove you wrong,
So put your patronising way to bed
Coz I'm not lazing away until I'm dead.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
With brain bashing into head cavity,
the gelatinous mass of neurons screams out
to white blood cells swimming in eyeballs
to evacuate before drowning.
"Quit clowning around in there and
save yourselves!"
The moody mistress creates her own hells:
congratulations!
Sleeping alone in a sweat covered bed,
she spins saccharine thoughts and pollutes her head
with taffy, thick like molasses,
cooking sugar in the kitchen with
the wrong end of a spoon in her mouth.
Dried up *** stains litter her couch
as she wakes up to turn the cushions
and search for loose change
to fill up her coin pouch.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
She calls out, clean
sheets on a new day,
his fingers firing in a frenzy
and introducing the fusion of
pleasure and pain.
He smells of benzene and
she's afraid of burning,
stomach churning and
using gasoline as lubricant.
He hit her, she said, and it felt like a kiss.
She misses him at her day job
when she runs around town
robbing banks and
picking up handkerchiefs
that grandmothers drop on the ground.
He would pound
his manhood into a brick wall
if it moved like her,
but the skin-and-bones combo
woos him to coo at her
as swarms of sparrows
nest in her ***** hair.
Spit shined shoes and
riding leaves blown on the air,
she dreams of him awake,
listless eyes alive and pulsing
behind a film of glassy, viscous mucus.
She makes magic potions out of the scents
left over on one of her
mismatching pillow cases.
He tastes like roasted red peppers
and lingering mace:
her eyes water as she
chokes back ***** daintily,
like a queen.
His eyes gleam mean as
he steals her breath to
add it to his bursting bank account,
releasing her to give her back only gasps,
the 2% interest.
She crafts road maps of his back bone while he sleeps,
but he sees her as a phantom,
creeping through the floorboards,
a faceless specter with an ace up her sleeve.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
You are hidden from view
You don’t see me
I don’t see you
This makes me nervous,
You see
I know what you have done
Through history
The wars you’ve caused
The blood you’ve shed
Down so many streets
Rolling heads
Armies and power
Rows of stones
Crosses and flowers
Court jesters
And child molesters
Clowning around
Bishops and criers
Lingering liars
Towers and trials
All of the arrogant
Baying and praying
For a male child
****** horsemen
Hunting with hounds
We no longer want you
Around
Sean Hunt May 5 2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
**** near me
with perfection talking blues,
caressing crystal drinks,
promising future sneak,
and blanketed romance,
**** near me
with hissing tape violence,
milking the moment,
snagging the attention of the suit
and the tie,
**** near me
blowing every ambition in the room,
plunging into whiskey,
head first and lonely,
**** near me
sha-la-las and oooh-la-las
slither into my forked crypt,
staining my funeral garb,
plastering my cask,
**** near me
brothers looking for to see,
while sister ***** the poison,
I dare her to keep pushing,
**** near me
the kissing and the clowning,
the nightgowning I soon to go a' drowning,
cockroach in the corner,
**** near me
Miranda owes me fifty,
the filthy ******* creature,
draining me of chatter,
**** near me
hustling for the saddest rent,
sleeping with the butcher,
under Martha's tent,
**** near me
the crows collect seed,
the know-hows bashfully reread,
while I **** near wearied, worried;
bleed.
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 12:54 AM UTC
It's raining. It's pouring. Here's another poem for your exploring. I implore you stop snoring and ignoring the resonant glow of morning.
Touring forgotten graveyards should never shed tears of mourning. Celebrating life, while others die, isn't scorning.
Happiness and love that you're storing, sheds bright light on the adoring. Painful funerals seem quite the time, that sounds boring.
Bringing respectful flowers of purple and golden hues equals scoring. Harnessing the power of the Sun is more powerful, than the pedal of the Hummer that you're flooring. The glum guns over soldiers' shoulders fire heart-warming bullets into the sky.
Past souls still swarming, adorning their tears of sadness that rains down to the ground in the light.
Your fear and doubt, swimming around, will swallow you into lost depths for the drowning.
Sprouting up new life from the mound sounds astounding. Crowning new Queens and Kings for selfish deeds, indeed are alarming.
Memories of noble families are founding truths for crowning and gowning. Wealth to weaken poverty, for the pounding.
Quit the clowning, as the pied pipers at dawn wield magical flutes that wipes off frowning faces.
Amounting to the sorrowful pain, gained from the Earth, go wash your dirt, hurt, and pain away in the rain.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
When drinking far too much and then some more
Expected downsides documented well
Rough ride in psyche, body, gut, and heart
Specific atrophy in frontal brain
Quick charm and nutty humour now all shell
These changes, bad alone, but all combined
Resulting rolling snowball to a curse
No more the looming risks are sharp perceived
No more a likely readiness to change
Slow-building damage cures cannot reverse...
*The body
then the brain
then the readiness to change*
In adding to the insults body-wise
Dear close relationships will suffer ill
And ringing loud the chant of "change yourself"
while far and getting further from the change
All options feel like holds against thin will
The heavy stigma punches surely down
More evidence for judging soul as dirt
Not worthy of the care or patient time
That social justice would dictate for all
No room for being tricky, lost, and hurt...
*The stigma
then the hurt
then the treating you like dirt*
And even those with training in support
Will waver, shifty, turn their gaze away
Unable to identify the soul
That suffer-trembles underneath the mask
The clowning chaos, drink-besmirched display
And carers left to weep and wonder why
Should care be so impossible to give
Your daughter damaged, injured in the fight
With drowned despair and stigma-staking rage
Sad, wounding warmth that shame will long outlive...
*The weeping
then the care
then the shaming and despair*
"We just can't help if you can't change yourself"
So in this caring, wounding, weeping storm
Just conjure up the readiness to change
Or cede to judgement, shifting gaze, and blame
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
Some days when I walk out of the darkness,
Into the sun's light and warm caress,
My eyes leak for joy while I reach for sunglasses.
I don't mind if you see the droplets and a teary-eyed me,
What is an honest emotion between us, see?
You staring and the sun glaring, am I that funny?
At times the sun hides behind and above the cloud cover.
I know that it would different be, if there was a secret I could discover,
Cool air and droplets, like teardrops, cling and closely hover.
I try to make you laugh, so you won't get down,
You look at me strange and say I am not funny, and stop clowning,
around, you say it won't help and I have made you frown.
I see my folly, and where I erred,
One must break the cycle, to begin anew,
If droplets do not gather then no dark forms ensue,
The sun may always be there and the bright orange hue.
So I will not cry or laugh till I do,
That will reduce the water droplets too,
Wait,
I am such a simpleton, there is more
here than, where the sky and land meets, the horizon,
where land meets a body of water, the shore,
I can't take the darkness away, not even with a siphon.
I will stay at your side, you'll see, all
through this and no matter how wide,
the Blackness that clouds, no matter how deep,
it will not win
for it has never fought a clown like me.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
I never got to say goodbye,
never got to touch your hand—
so many times I tried— I try.
You evaded me, you were so sly,
clowning about with your band—
I never got to say goodbye.
My father called to tell me why,
his voice hollow, canned—
So many times I tried— I try.
That final day I began to cry—
my mother’s tears run on command—
I never got to say goodbye.
There was not one dry eye,
“Let go”— I hear a man demand—
So many times I tried— I try.
Even now, I wish to fly,
To say ‘this was not the plan’—
I never got to say goodbye,
So many times I tried— I try.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Heart beating fast
Pushing adrenaline through my vanes
Pupils dilating
Breath quickening
The monster is clowning it's way out
I can not keep it locked away anymore
It feels so good to let the chains containing it break away
It's so easy, the monster that lives within me is so strong
Black wings break through skin
Fingers elongate, sharp black nails form
My head wiping back unleashing a piercing scream
Red takes over the blue of my eyes, the slits that are now my pupils
Snap into focus on something
The growl turns into a howl as it rips it's way out of my throat
I'm not afraid of you anymore
Who do you think will win...
This time?
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
"That Wicked Woman!"
Is a wicked utterance
From a wicked man
Clowning, who plan
To get every possible
& oblivious voter a fan!
A wicked man
Revoltingly believes
Women are wicked
Oblivious he is
Out to slaughter
His mother,sister
,wife and daughter !
What a trash
What a trash
A folly that leads
A great, all-accommodating
And democracy-upholding nation
To a lapse or a deadly crash!
A trash tarnishes image
While Hillary mollifies umbrage!
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
“Hey, I’m third-wheeling! Haven’t done this in a while!”
Wait… No… I’m going to stop you right there
Just because your friend has been texting me daily
Does not mean that we are any sort of duo for you half-heartedly attach to
Because I am a ******* unicycle
Admittedly, I don’t always stand too well on my own
But all it takes is some momentum and a little bit of blind faith
And I’ll be the one-wheeled contraption staggering unsteadily over any terrain imaginable
The only sort of second tire you’ll be hearing about for now
Is the declaration that I’m “two tired” to deal with this ********
Peddle your flirtations all you like, I’m not buying it
I’m the single spokesperson for a single set of spokes
You cannot tread on me just because my tread is wearing thin
Notice the lack of handlebars, you see, I am in control
Although my balance is unpredictable at best
I don’t have any brakes, because I’m getting sick of being broken
Do not mistake clowning around for simplicity, you see, I am easier said than done
The unicycle is not an easily mastered skill
And sure, perhaps I should be grateful that someone even bothers to try
But if you’re trying to shift gears, I should warn you
That doesn’t appear to be an option
I should warn you
All rides are solo
I should warn you
Unicycles might go in circles
But at least it's what they're meant to do
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Listen to stories as I spill
Cuz this something that's too **** real
Hard for you to dodge my lyrical collage
So step with me into this reality first
I woke up then I looked up
I see it's a l
Past quarter to nine
And woodys on
At twelve
But forget that verse cuz it was only the spirits in a thirst
Called up a few homies while I'm laying in the bed
Watchin' Wilma and Fred then a thought occured to my head
I told my boys we should go out
Maybe a stripper club or diner
But either way we need to roll out
So I got dressed made sure I was good looking
Check the mirror even it was shooken
Got a make move moving real fast ya see
Cuz I gotta my Posse to G -E -T
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
Now once I pulled up in the big black truck
Ya know the big Tahoe where I tie hoes? Get it
Naw I'm just clowning thinkin a groove so we can start soundin'
Off to beat our vocals meet
We acting real silly up goes the dilly
They playing throwback of Magoo and Timbaland on the track
Way back up jumps the boogie all in me
Now I'm amped with my Posse
We ready to get it crackin'
And no stoppin' us G
Like Reggie Miller on three top of key
Where we all love to meet
We check each other make sure we fresh
Cuz the girlies love to test the way we dress
So we now in the street bass bumpin' with the beat
Gotta admit I had to roll up a swisher sweet
Nothing to see here haters cuz we gettin ready to raid ya
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
As we make into the club I'm feeling real good
But I hate that songs scrubs
Girls stop fronting djs cutting
Got everybody in the club jumpin'
Mens is grinding on girls behinds and
And there me and posse in long line and
Next thing ya know they move us to the front row
VIP status man I'm feeling the baddest
Once we got on set
I told the dj to change the rec so I can show em
How cold me and posse gets
Once I touch the mic their was a long silence
Microphone screeching
But stop once the rhymes started preaching
Everybody nodding having a good time
Out comes the rhymes break em every time
Throwin' hards thrills so ya better chills
Or else my Posse going to rearrange ya grill
Now that ya in a trance with my music
That's makes ya dance
And all this time they had nothing to say
Cuz my Posse to Ill from MLK
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
why can’t I go back?
to simpler times
four stanza rhymes
limes and minds intertwined
its become unkind
joy declined
plagued by lack of bread
I said bread
loafs
hold the fishes
flakey cakes baked
flat pita meat and cheese
**** gluten free diabetes
self-imposed
undiagnosed
just following my nose
the bird says “it always knows”
back when cereal wasn’t genetically engineered
something to be feared
not for a child to be reared
mirrored in the exterior
fake tans dot the land
useless hands
clandestine
hidden
gridiron lockdown
drowning
clowning
seeking peace from beastly yeast
creased forehead
brow disjointed
appointed anointed one undone
no guns
sunshine fabrication
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Clowning around, real near the woods
clowns on the prowl, in your neighborhood
Creepy and crazy, done up in their masks
sneaking around, clowny type tasks
Children avoid them, and do as I say
clowned princes of doom, will take you away
They don't want your presents, or birthday cake
roaming around, with mischief to make
Threats called into the local school board
film posted to YouTube, hits to be scored
Making the news, for being absurd
mental the problems, seen, and not heard
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
...No wonder,
no numbers,
all blunder with,
scarred slumbering,
do you compute the math?
Most don't but luckily I’m only half as bad,
a psychopath on sassafras off the track and on the attack,
but at least I don’t stick my neck out like a gangly giraffe,
shoulders limp as seaweed baked and bouncing to whatever wack raps,
not even understanding what you said,
clowning everyone else but honestly,
everything you dis you are that,
and like I said before,
I’m bad but only half as bad as that,
I’m only half brainwashed and somewhat sheepish,
so at least I’m able to write about how stupid we are,
false egos fake libidos we played ourselves and that’s a well known secret, still we dye our hair dress up get on stage and play the air guitar,
and it all sounds like,
egotistical *****
reincarnated regurgitated nonsense,
narcissistic linguistics characteristic of conflicts,
nobody cares about how much money you’ve got,
not even you...
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
I'm sorry for freaking out yesterday.
I just never have had my heartbroken before.
I think the hardest part about this **** is that I see you ******* everywhere.
Your smile is captured in the moon and the way your lips glisten in its light are like stars.
Your hair smells like rain an flows like the waterfalls that come after the storm!
Your eyes drown the sun in oceans but it still burns with just as much intensity!
Your laughter matches the birds song every morning and I always think something's funny but nothing is because when I realize it's not you
I shoo the birds away....
You broke my ******* heart
But that's okay.
That's okay
Cause this is the first time and it sure as hell won't be the last!
So while it's in all these pieces, I'm giving them away like oprah because YOU GET A PIECE
YOU GET A PIECE
YOU GET A PIECE
WE ALL GET A PIECE
because I'm a lover and there's enough to go round
I'm a protector
So you know you'll be safe and sound
I'm a feeler so you know I'm not ******* around
I'm ******* this town cause I'm done with all of this clowning around
Be still
Stay there
Don't you dare move
Cause I'm about to walk away
And I want you to watch
Because as hard as it is for me
And as easy as it was for you
You're the one that's missing the **** out.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
I'm running out of ideas
I'm just waiting till the day you run away
Call in sick-in your mind
You're mine till the day you run away
Closing time is coming up
And one more mug won't be enough
But I'm enough to make you drunk
Oh lord help me I'm bubbling up
Shoot me down
I'm speeding down the hill
Please slow down baby you are killing me
Work me in-to your plans
Plan my life out you are killing me
Closing time is coming up
And one more mug won't be enough
But I'm enough to get you drunk
Oh lord help me I'm bubbling up
Shoot me down
Stop clowning around
I'm the biggest hurricane to ever hit this town
Shoot me down
Stop clowning around
I'm a twister allegory of a snake
You'll never live this down
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
So Are You A Conformer...
Or A... Gangster Shot Caller... ?
Or The Type of Fast Talker...
Whose Talk Walks With Porters...
Or In Other Words Those...
Who Serve Those On Thrones...
And DON'T Walk The Walk...
of... All Their BIG Talk... !?!
Cos' It’s Clear Now That MANY...
Like To Talk Like Their Ready...
To Make Things Unsteady...
When It Comes To Our Lives...
And These Leaders Who Lie...
And Leave People Downsized...
So Of Course Run Their Gums...
About Being... " TOUGH "...
And How They'’ll Stand Up...
To Modern Systems...
... Until Money Comes... ?!?
And Then They CONFORM...
To... Walking The Walk...
of Clowning Like MORK... !?!
Or Souls Who’ve Been BOUGHT... !!!
Now I’m NOT Gonna Lie...
l’ve Conformed In My Life...
Simply To Survive...
But NOT To Make Money...
To Live Life... CORRUPTLY...
Cos' People Act Funny...
To Run With The Chumps...
Who Run Governments...
As Well As The Punks...
Within... Entertainment... !!!
Who Conform To Do Stuff...
That Clearly Corrupts...
Just Like Our Leaders...
And The Money They Love... !!!
A Thing That Makes Some...
Embrace Taking Drugs...
And Forsake What They CLAIM...
To Behave Like A Stray...
Whose Veered Off The Straight...
To Bend Like Chicanes...
And Start To Act Strange... !?!
It’s The Way of Today...
CONFORMING Away...
To New Gender Ways...
And This New Virus Strain...
That’s Caused Many Pain...
And Forced Us To Play...
The Masking Up Game... !?!
And YES I Mean ME...
Conforming To Please...
But Mainly To FEED...
And Avoid These Police...
And Having To Pay...
A Fine Or Face Jail... !!!
Because OBVIOUSLY...
I’d Rather Be FREE...
Than Face Life In Prison...
And Being Conditioned...
By Those Who ARE Villains... !!!
So CERTAIN Conformers...
Should Cut Their Talk Shorter...
Instead of Make CLAIMS...
That REBELLIOUS Ways...
Seem To Get Locked Away...
When THEY Are The Ones...
Who’ve Let Money Become...
What CONTROLS How They Live...
So Are Quick To Submit...
To New Age Politricks’...
That Shut Down Businesses... !!!
That Right Just Like THEIRS...
Because They’ve Conformed...
To Levels of Thought...
Where Cash Is The Source...
of Talk That They Court...
That Helps Them Breathe Air... ?!?
CONFORMING To Think...
In Ways That Are Linked...
To Something That STINKS... !!!
That’s RIGHT CONFORMISTS...
Who Are Clearly TOO QUICK...
To Start RUNNING THEIR LIPS... !!!
Like A Fast Mouthed Dumb Kid...
Who Cannot Raise A Fist...
Just Like John Carlos Did... !!!
A TRUE NON-Conformist... !!!
Now I’m NOTHING Like Him... !!!
But I THINK And RESIST...
Conforming Through Scripts...
And Poems I Bring...
Cos’ I’m NOT A Performer...
A Big Money Baller...
Or Gangster Shot Caller... !!!
But I Am A STRAIGHT Talker...
Whose Really NOT DOWN With...
All These NEW AGE...
..... “ Conformers “.....
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
In order to drum up business
I roam the streets of my hometown
handing out my hand bills
dressed as a circus clown
I can see the fear in eyes
passing them my sheet adverts
never a clown will they deny
threatening, in a violent shirt
They'll hem and haw, uncomfortable
trying to ignore my ad and spiel
my entrapment, so intentional
extolling my sales, and deals
Has my business increased?
why yes, it greatly did expand
my gun shop advertisements
creating, new demand
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
I'm not one to cry
I'm not one to pout
But I am one to smile without any doubt
Think of it as white out over what I truly feel
Though through all this laughter it's very hard to peel
A wonderful mask to cover up the hate
All the rage held inside till this very date
So if I'm out and about and having a good time
Just know I'm actually feeling as sour as a lime
And off comes the mask in one solid ******
I throw it to the ground and smash it to dust
I can't do it anymore
I can't wear this face
All this time I've been pretending
But all in good taste
I didn't want you all to feel down
Knowing I was depressed while I'd been clowning around
Knowing that I was laughing to keep from crying
While inside I was truly dying
Whether it be my ink black heart
Or my twisted up head
Sometimes I just feel like I'd be better off dead
No more would I be a downer a frowner amongst you
While being held together by the simplest of goo
No more morbid jokes or fake smiles
No more false joy and acting like a child
The old me is gone so wave your goodbyes
I'm sorry I had been feeding you nothing but lies
But when it's over and all said and done
Maybe it's true I was having a little fun
Maybe it wasn't over compensation
But simply some emotional constipation
Maybe now I can comfortably be me
Now that my feelings are all dancing free
Now I realize that my laughter is genuine
Around all of my family and friends
So if you're happy or sad
Don't wear a face
Let it all out and your true friends will embrace
They'll help you through trouble and turmoil
To ensure that your life doesn't spoil
They want you around it's as plain as day
So don't wear that face and choose to stay
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC