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Monté Carlœ Nov 2012
My skin is black.
But my black friends say I'm white
My white friends call me their black friend
My Spanish friends just don't know
My Asian friends think I'm smart.
But would take me more serious if I was white or Asian.
My boss doesn't see my potential
Society sees me as a statistic
The government sees me as a number.....
Why can't I just be a human?
Idk just something on my mind. Haven't written poetry in a long time and I wanna keep it real thanks for reading
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
He took issue with the small gestures in life. The birthday message from a friend not seen in a decade, the idol chit chat that filled the cafe's, cinema's and other such places, proclaiming them fraudulent unthinking habit, a motion with no true sentiment and in return the followers of such social constructs took issue with him - or worse, pitied him.

He despised most human interaction because of this. Often being told that he 'rubbed people up the wrong way' or was 'too antagonistic' He just saw this as another excuse to expel him from the group (whatever that group was) All because he didn't partake in the usual social etiquette and fakery of the masses- this view only led to him being mocked further and neatly labelled as a stroppy, teenage rebel. His thoughts and voice cut down with replies of "Aaah stop feeling sorry for yourself!" "Stop going on about it!" " You're soo negative!" Because in all honesty nobody wants to be around a down in the dumps, killjoy, party pooper right?

He could find no solace in the little things nor understanding in the greater questions of life, so he drifted along. Bitter onlooker to a species so separate from his own. Desperate to somehow integrate into their ranks but convincing himself that such thoughts were mere acts of desperation.

And he was a desperate young man, desperate and despairing at his separation from the world and all others in it. Yet admittance to such feeling would rarely depart his form. No, he would mock and ogle at them from afar.
**He would rather be Outcast than Cast Out.
Well I'm going through my 19 year olds self depressive ramblings, aptly named ******* or Genius: Undecided and I found this. Not poetry I know but hey **!
Andre I'm pretty sure this is about you mate! *sigh* the lost years man, deep times. What a right pair of Moody ******* we were! XD
Hayley Schiete Apr 2014
i'm really good at similes
comparing myself to things that are not me gives me a sense of good ego
and makes me feel like i'm not in my own skin
but i hate being similar to something
because all we wanna be is different, a bit out of the typical box
but somehow if we're compared to normal at least we have the mind state,
at least no one will exclude us

i've been abandoned
but what gives me comfort in the outcast
is english language slabbed on my paper and a slice of outkast at 12 am
we've all been taught in grade school that original is the way to go
the path of happiness
but consequences often go unmentioned and unnoticed

i've been normal, or at least compared
been a simile my whole life
"you're a lot like your brother you know"
i'd rather be excluded than have set up expectations from a man 6 feet under

i don't know where i'm going with this
a part of me wants to be excluded from the box
a part of me wants to have normality to lean on
a part of me loves being compared
i'll always been a good at similes
i'm the human embodiment of figure of speech
except i don't even want to talk
just keep on tak tak taking on this keyboard
hoping to find something similar
to self realization, self reflection
i only want the similarities to good feelings
because **** is all i've felt
i guess being almost there is better than never there
i'm a lot like myself
i'm undecided
Antony Padilla Oct 2012
Inspired by: Toilet Tisha by OutKast

Spaced out

Brain out

In space

Checkin stardust

My timewaste is

Just a journey to the center of my soul

With the far reaches as my goal

And the cold wastes as my place of solace

Feelin soulless

Pacin in my brain

Shy away from sane

My plane doesn't fly

It hydroplanes on to other planes of existance

With no assistance

Sliding on a rainy runway

It's a jetplane with a runaway

Who close his mouth

When he's got the most to say

But not enough hope to pray

He implodes

A black hole

That warps him

Warms him

Like frostbite

Deadeyed all night

But he's never felt more alive

Lost in the thoughts of another life

Based barely in reality

Impressionism over realism

Is it really healin him or killin him?

That's the question of the hour

Sittin in the head till it spoils

Goin sour

Green eggs and ham

With a side of sacrificial lamb

And extra power

Now imagination ******'s

Feelin weak as his soul slowly

Drifts back

Drips back

In to his irises

To the land of the living

While sipping with Osirises

Feeling riotous

While his lips split

Dry with the taint

Of the fountain of youth

Sittin there rotting away

Without use

Tryna meditate without medication

Racing to slow down

Before the "Why?" in the road

Cuz once he gets there

He knows

He'll never know
Tiffany Merkel Feb 2017
This.
Is an ode
to Hip Hop
to Bob Sop
and Rob Top.
You flop mop the back drop
And sweep the front shack shop.

"I CAN'T HEAR ****"

Well.
Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance.

Lemme tell you a story
of a few men who gotta bit more then glory.
We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie.
Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie
Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really.
Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot.
Need a shot for the cold you just caught?
il throw you a deal- 50 Cent,
and dr. Dre?
He's yours, all yours
but just for the day.
Run Dmc,  busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine
Oh! And a tribe called quest.
Alright. Ok.
Il give it a rest.
Dear gramps. Dear grams.
Just want you to know
these men- they're the best.
Now let's go to the show!
Aaron LaLux Sep 2019
....  I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man,

& this is not an attack, or any other act of aggression,
this is not an insinuation or malicious accusation,
no need for Mesereau to get an acquittal through vindication,
because the fact is, I still love you, Mr. Michael Jackson,

& I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real,
never meant to make your daughter cry,
I apologize a trillion times,
now I’m Outkast, self banished myself like Lauryn Hill,

so Leave Me Alone, I told you I’m sorry Ms. Jackson,
& if truth be told, I still love you Mr. Jackson,

I still love you Michael Jackson,

& I’ll tell you what I think happened,
I think you were robbed of your childhood when young,
& your whole life you only wished to have one,
so you could feel safe enough to play & have fun,
& the only way to ever have the childhood you never had,
was to create your own sanctum paradise & call it Neverland,
with a ferris wheel carousel fairies trains giraffes & elephants,
your own fairytale so you’d never have to grow up, Peter Pan,

& you were so pure & kind & innocent,
& you really just wanted to play,
but over assumptive suspicious judgmental perverse minds,
made accusations called you strange & put you on display,

there is nothing worse than false accusations,
placed on an innocent man in an abrasive way, ...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

an excerpt from poem #27 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023

and if you've read this far I'd like to show my appreciation by buying you a copy of THHT3 from Amazon myself, seriously, I will give it to you for free. Just send me a Message here or on IG @aaronlaux

adem hleli Mar 2020
Million arround me and i feel Alone
Like a poor outkast waiting a call in phone
Trying to teach time to translate my tragedy
To made pool of tears like what we see in comedy
givin' a shout out
to all the young fellas
chasin' cheddar
Clenched fist on the berretas
cuz im go getter
like my hoes wetter
than the average twist
Up the meanest cabbage
born a savage ill die a savage
these are just
the tales from the hood g
Some how i thought it would be
Easy in this life boy i was wrong
But outkast built in me
no phonies on my block
we all had to knock
a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle
we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es
some time my minds
spins faster than helicopter
propellers
aint neva chased a yella-
bone phone home back to my hq
Yellowstone
soon cuz i feel the doom
sealin' my death soon
boom
there i go into another dimension
with all my past folks
blowin' smoke
sayin' jokes
we havin a good time
kick a good rhymes
feelin o so fine
drinkin'  jew red wine
no body cant come between
my happiness
if ya know what i mean
aint no hate but i got hate
to all haters
watch me catch a gun in they pate
but thats reality
friends turn to foes i suppose
???
Cedric McClester Jun 2019
By: Cedric McClester

I wonder if they knew,
Or did they just blow their cue,
That the children locked in those cages
Were treated so outrageous?
And though it strains belief
They couldn’t even brush their teeth
Nor, use a bar of soap to bathe
Yet they’re who Marvin Gaye said save!

They present an opportunity
For the Colgate brand to be
Their toothpaste of choice
If their mouths are full of it when moist
Colgate at least should try
To be their sole source of supply
They could give those kids some hope
With their toothpaste and some Soap

Imagine that being your child,
Commercial ready with a Colgate smile
Do you get what I mean?
Like Outkast says, “So fresh and so clean.”
We can stop this insanity
With just a little humanity
And furthermore we can explore.
Not having them sleep on a floor

Beginning with a Colgate smile
We can turn back the dial,
And stop those family separations
For those caught in border migrations
They’re simply seeking a better life
An escape from the toil and strife
And crazy as it might seem
They bought into the American Dream









Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Zalea Apr 2014
The bottle stares at you with defiance,
It's the one thing that makes you different than the rest,
One wrong move and your an outkast,
Pushing in the middle of a crowd going the wrong way,
Shunned out forever,
So you try to blend in but people know,
Your secretly marked forever,
With a symbol of different.
givin' a shout out
to all the young fellas
chasin' cheddar
hands on the berrata
cuz im go getter
like my hoes wetter
than the average twist .  cabbage
born a savage ill die a savage
these are just
the tales from the hood g
outkast built in me
no phonies on my block
we all had to knock
a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle
we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es
some time my minds
spins faster than helicopter
propellers
aint neva chased a yella
bone phone home
soon cuz i feel the doom
sealin' my death soom
boom
there i go into another dimension
with all my past folks
blowin' smoke
sayin' jokes
we havin a good time
kick a good rhymes
feelin o so fine
drinkin' red wine
no body cant come between
my happiness
if ya know what i mean
aint no hate but i got hate
to all haters
watch me catch a gun in they pate
but thats reality
friends turn to foes i suppose
???


once upon a funky rhyme
i laid this beat so hard
it should be considered a crime
uh minds was blown
six feet deep as my spirit sinks
lower than a submarine
no radar could locate
my reality in actuality i be
silky smooth cuttin the groove
make ya wanna move
ya feet check my afro thick
with a fist pik n stick
the baddest hos with the baddest flows
cadillac music in ya trunk
so dont loose it
rhymes is choosen carefully
me and partna be
enticin girls like teddiy
pendergrass rough as a diaper rash crash
gotta make this cash
on delivery cods down for opp
opressors pimpin the poor
time to even the score sound the drums for war as i soar
in the mothership with two clips
on my nine blunt to lips
even got my girl packin
pistols n **** quick to whip
lift a fool out his frame
rick james cuz i got fire and desire
roll over ya *** like a set of tires grip the game like pliers
as i add peak to ya amfliers
who am i? Kb (killin'beats)ill be like this til they day i die
my homie and i aqueminiiiii
Yea its ya boy Yosef
Back up in this *****
******* up be my clique
Comin with a mellow pitch
That old school mix
Like an ounce of fix
Entering into ya veins
Hard for ya to maintain as i drain
All nerves of ya brains
Im stuck on you like white draws
With **** stains
Yea im stretchin it a bit
Leave haters n spectators
Constipated no **** i spit
Quikker than Mcgraw F the law  
Destined to be an outlaw
Outkast
Ima back to take whats righfully mind grind
Harder than the next
So i got smarter read up a few books
Of mastermind crooks
Got ***** looks
From peeps who doubted me
But im sittin lovely like r kelly
Why dont ya fly with me
Away on a journey
No mansions be around me
I live in in trees enjoying the breeze
Burning scents smoke out tents
To talk to my ancestries
To help me point out my adversaries
The punch rounds  leave with a hole in the ground
Dont worry never scurry hurry hurry
Come one come all
Dont step to me or else meet ya downfall
As i continue to ball


Cooler than an orangutan
eating a tangerine
Messy me im just doing my thangs
Rhymes insane poetry blow ya brain
As ya journey into my mind
Mad lyricist ignorance is bliss
So take a kiss
Mouth full of funk n skunk
Eliminate punks then they the trunk
Full of junk
Girls ***** blunts  to ashes
Hit skins so hard im leavin rashes
Like stacy
Made her dash
Not an ATLIENS but houstonian
Reppin da da ***** south
With golds in my mouth
Custom made where all the playaz was made
From a **** a players card to the call of tha wild  still i smiled
Though a probem child
So sit back as i count off three two to the one
Lift off preparin for mission armageddon
We aint lettin'
Go holdin it down the industry its like my baby i claim income taxes
Cuz i carry music with love and divinity.when ya see me take it eazy
I pray only in the dark never in the sunlight
Only to radiate my skins cells
No fairytale this nonficiton
Words i speak is true after eternal revenue
Makin venues as we drop vogues
And continue to hit you...
tina kimi May 2023
i am a child during family gatherings, i am the cup of tea. whispers are spoken but unheard only by me. nobody really really liked me cause i am too light skinned to belong. i grew up being a people pleaser, trying so hard to prove to the world that my birth meant something. that i matter, solving everyones problem but mine. in the end nobody cares, i have been manupilated, used and taken for granted. i just want to belong to anything and realized that an outkast will always be an outkast
Faith Eagle Jan 2016
I was becoming for the record I know I'm a liability what I administer is formation that was created from my days my minutes ...that cop that  came to rescue us when everyone left gave me his shhhhh he said no one will believe you OK ..All pretty all beautiful soul dancing ....suppress your only a savage !!go look after your kids look at you disgusting... OK !!! that worker did an assessment  on me ..unfit no good violent..but I can't tell you that I cry every night I don't even sleep in my own bed!! I make my kids sleep in one room just in case we have to jump out the window... but wait I'm violent I'm unfit I'm trying to protect myself from Mr. and Mrs. originally we were put on medication because were unbalanced and we need help psych ward is next for you you crazy Indian!!! I got to make it home tonight I sit in love for my family no one can take that from you !!it's mine !!educationally I sip this rage I sip this patience pour this quality into my baby girls I promise ...that Stagger makes you look vulnerable the cab driver pulls up loud music says our native slangs personally hand his number now he has us First Nation women on target !!!! where are you I just saw you we just spoke of our kids growing up together ...where are you I was trying to make a way I didn't have enough for this ..I'm sorry ..I'm lost I cry now ...you speak ..voice me tell my mama I love her my kids show them they're the greatest and to walk forward breathe me alive in your voice!!... they're going to call an apology accordingly as order is adopted their ways speak like them walk like them dress like them wash like them drink like smoke like them think like them wait I look different than them I feel different than them I try to fit in it just does not work OutKast original first nation take me home now ...I can't stay addicted the pain of civilization the hunger of the reservation the future of your instincts manifested in the waters deep enough to drown sorrows in your own backyard formers retaliating in healing formers regaining strength in value in self governing options on the white paper hidden eyes  so black so lost in your formality ...tie your own shoes don't try to walk in ours you have no sole... mysteries of loss graves reappearing lines found by mistake take me by the hand I won't take your truth I reform myself in dignity of my First Nation !!!!mercy kindness  truth!!!
ZACK GRAM Apr 2021
Years
Decades
Tears of Love
Every photo
Every thought
Every word spoken
The times
The feelings
Drive deep pain in my heart
It kneeds wanting
Needing
Praying I am heard
Felt
Loved and promised
The only
The only thing
That matters is my hope
Tears fall down my cheeks
From my eyes it rains
A pit in my stomache
Major anguish
Anxiety
Fear
Hate
Desire
Panic
Mania
Discomfort
Jealousy
All wade down like a hell in life
Why did god make me I ask myself
I fight to live for love of nothing
Nothing matters
When the water runs dry
Theres no want
Just death
Sorrow
Failure
Guilt
No shimmering light
No hand reaching out
Words spoken
Words unheard
Where is my wife
What happend to me
Why am I crying
Mariah Carey makes me cry
It hurts knowing
It hurts seeing someone in my place
On my throne
In my house
In my bed
Holding my wife
Kissing my woman
******* my love
The abuse
The greed
The uncanny
The unfaithfulness
What can one do
Where can one go
Will this ever be over
Will death save me
Will this darkness pass
How do I rid this sorrow
I am tortured for being faithful
Stabbed for being born
Ridden for fighting back
Outkast for wanting more
The care I have is dead
I want this burden to end
Mariah Carey makes me cry
All I want is to die
*** into a housewive
Golden touch of honey, sweet lusting ebony, when ya next to me,
****, silky, baby dont try to milk me, I'm tryna, open up ya heavenly,
Hellish ways, dedicated to the loves ecstasy, deeper than Barry,
White, dim the lights, dont try to fight, the greatest might,
Taking, ya Aurora, to the highest heights, thighs mad burning,
Break ya clutches, turning, feel ya lust yearning, as I'm learning,
Ya body, vibes to the frequency, of the The Temptations,
My girl, stroke ya til ya start to earl, from ya, glistening pearl,
Feel ya pain, circling in the world, girl I adorn you, never harm you,
Only do, what the real players do, lick ya down, til ya face frown,
Let the kundalini energy, break out the negativity, much agony,
Free as I break, out from the top of the key, unlock the freaky,
Side out of thee, atomic dog barking the hardest, in your yard,
Dont push me, I like it gushy, with ya oily *****, caress ya breast,
Tongue rotary, around ya *******, see ya mind, start to dribble,
Out the nasty, eyes rolled back, break the tantra energy,
Ya see me, baby I could perfom in 9 D, off of gravity, easily,
I could back up, but hold up, I cant shake, the sudden abrupt,
Icy cup, feels of the Moscato, empty the bottle, push ya throttle,
Fog up, ya natural goggles, as I flip the switches, on ya toggle,
Tomorrow never promised, but I promise, to do the honors,
Let's sway, away from the dishonors, scholars of love collars,
Makes ya wanna holler, ya inner city blues, short the biggest fuse,
Let ya thoughts cruise, as I meditate ways to bruise, I choose,
You, like outkast, baby dont bypass, re,flecting, me like sun off of glass,
RebelGirl Feb 2018
i sleep in school
y well if u r passed out people wont bother u
plus they get mad and then they slowly start to give up on u
and next thing u know u r failing
and they arent on ur *** for it
ur parents may be
but not the teachers u dont like
so i sleep in school to avoid everything
and being the outkast
and so everyone doesnt talk to me
that is y i sleep
I began crafting the following words
late morning eating me whey and curds
never able (though quite willing) ugh
for constipated excretory system to...
function optimally and make turds.

In highland manor convalescent home
ideal to buzzfeed subconscious with a
long catnap until... free animal equality
i.e. meaning declaration of indepence
encompassing all creatures great and

small, whereby each breathing, living,
cohabiting with kvetching **** or
lesbian sapien as well other organisms
gifted to roam across terra firma all
their natural unfettered existence.

Damp and cold spring weather purr fect fur mice elf
when yours truly (me oh), a stray cat in previous life,
with cheesy mouselike timidity, stoutly readily avow
outsize feline family members, experienced powwow
among fodder, when boxed in corner, I litter lee mutter
against feral general instinctual lionized in mane know

wing, (albeit audacious, ferocious, vicious...) tigress
calling me hey you Eufrates cat, chicken sh*t, getting
browbeaten meekly accepting, I brought humiliation
bowing passively giving up feebly accepting furry us
kickstarting, ripsnorting, urinating madding crowd,
nor standing proudly on all faux pas inept descience

non verbally communicated threats how sissyfuss me
best be declawed locked & linkedin and with lucky dog
effeminate mystique (er... rather mistake) born as runt
plainly evincing, categorically jackknifing, trending
embarrassing brother and sister near kin courtesy mine
unpardonable finicky behavior catnip never endowed

deserved more egregious than petty file within glorious
historical annals regarding Felis Domesticus, therefore
deeming unacceptable "fake catatonic" diagnosis allow
wing no holds barred, all barred holes la cage aux folles
assignation, designation, integration... imprisoned with

aforementioned outcast species, and/or repurposed cow
feed since unanimous conclusion no snowball chance
in hell (low kitties) decreed by none other than Morris
nsync with animated commercial starring Sylvester both
though ostracized caving into rich money deals cash cow
role their saving Grace (and private Ryan) neither well

received (more so treated) outkast within immediate family
nevertheless everywhere taxidermists experienced affection
despite catalepsis poised to strike stance, and highbrow
folks entombed themselves with selfies and roaring whisk
herd manner of nine kampf existences exemplified heyday

courtesy of each special fearless cate, whose track record
boasted untold unfortunate victims comprising killing
fields, thus wimpy creature regarding chance Matthew
Scott Harris never honored as dignified compared to how
his brethren and cistern forever appraised with to meow,

prey tell savoring flesh as tender vittles kitty chow chow,
which genetic fate automatically cost first of nine lives
(mine) lovely bones feeble, who wanted nothing more
than to curl himself in a ball and sleep blissfully,
eternally and merrily dreaming about Lady and *****
poe' wit out making sense and sensibility doth lean.
Revisit the past good laughs no blood baths war rage paths
No sweat to math money is the common vocab I stab
Pens to paper crusader claw my critics double S Vega
Couldn't slay a samurai let the sweat drip from my third eye
No sty hang with only with the wise guys let souls fly fry
Into another dimension strengthen grips with no tension
Put em in suspension hope you listening glock seasoning
Cook ya flesh I can attest **** the rest say it with my chest
Been made to die that's why I keep my ears pierced to the skies
Summertime rituals make for the best burials pictured murals
Of me granddaddy mack OG sitting on the painted walls comfy
Good times good rhymes rolling off the ills of a pill hang time
Like jordan placed up what the **** up in the cut gangsta strut
Cold brew sipper watch the honey drippers she's a stripper
Never tip her let the 9 inch wide hummer ride slide n glide
In between her thighs amazing grace temptations raced faced
With agony earth angel mentality been ready to D-I-E
Like Biggie naturally or through barrel of nine staring at me
Rupture soul out of control see invisible scrolls death row
Name on it let me spawn it certificate of my death wanted
Fond on a memory rejoining my baby Lelei I see thee
Sitting on the seven golden hills spliffin off of the fake reals


Check me once never twice crown seven chakra christ
What's naughty or nice? Keep mics to amps mad spliced
Coldest in the booth been troublesome since my youth
Hellraiser torn blaser
Shoot through my optics red hot laser stings like a taser
Make ya dance once the rhymes to beat glance chance
Ya very thought know thy will still tackle the thrills
Cold chills from the world feel the heartbeats of the unfilled
Scorn vessels night time day dreaming celestials
Is it god or the devils to test you what if they the same crew?
Ying and yang still jam Wu Tang suckas cant hang boomerang
Flows back and forth again
Sucker punch take ya money for ya lunch then have a gun brunch
Set tripping off the circuits we ripping let music within
Heals all ya sins before the massacre listen to Afrika
Was a slave now I'm the master joker state disaster
Can ya keep ya heat up naw cuz the cold temps rising up
Take over crossover deaths staring at ya shoulders it's over
Grow tips of the Saturn's wheel off the steel shark appeal
Oh so real outkast watch for the blast no ski mask task
It's the gods back to massage park bullets head in ya garage
No mirage heat summer collage this pain you couldn't dodge
Ram there I am I slams critics like a gravel dont give a  ****
Broke from sanity now I'm insanity dying like BJ before thirty three
Later today after
     all votes get cast
post final countdown,
     the winning candidates
     ought to be known
     way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
     morrow (for champions),

     nonetheless
     my fingers and toes crossed,
     that those donned diametrically
     opposed to establishmentarian
     (reed conservative
     buttoned down
     MAGA stalwarts) deemed
     more dangerous than

     beastie boys, or
     foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
     thinking Democratic activists
     (purportedly threatening
     gerrymandered territory,
     where white Anglo Saxon
     Protestant hegemony dominates

     status quo regarding
     dhow ting Thomas Nast
     tee Donkeys as
     hashtagged by Trump),
     I pray these true
     purring blue state
     representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast

Republican politicians cowed,
     demeaned, and excoriated
     for NOT fawning
     prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
     obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward

     belligerent, execrable,
     and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
     quasi coiffed,
     donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
     whose vindictive
     uber lyft tartly tinged

     tongue lashing,
     they risk acerbic
     punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
     from recalcitrance determined
     by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
     unless that bigoted,

     "FAKE" man hat
     tinned unabashed, unhinged,
     and unruly
     villainous president we
the village people nominated
     to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
ZACK GRAM Nov 2023
Our generation is lost
The last generation dies with the lies
I will never hear you call me a man
Im blocked
Treated unequal
I still have no control
Why skip an 80s crack baby
Im just as you him or them
Bad memories haunting your existence
Every thought of u ptsd runs rampet
Remember i will prevail
You skipped me but ill out live you
Soon u gone nothing passed down
A lone star
Toast to the truth that dies with your ignorance
Bombs away
I say *******
You know who you are no names needed
Long live shunned outkast King Zack
Do u feel it

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