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"shrewdness" poems
The leopard and the lion chose to become friends, For they were all proud of claws on their paws They each glorified one another for their mighty, Ability to live on meat of other fauna throughout a year, They each admired one another for running speed, They each remained firm and loyal to one rule; Lions don’t eat leopards neither leopards eat lions. They felt warmth in their companionship without verve, Until the time they initiated a certain joint venture; To hunt an antelope as it was famed to be the sweetest, Again, there had remained one antelope only in the world, They dilly and not dallied anyhow about such glittering project, They both endevoured to set forth by each dawn for a whole year, Tediously hunting throughout a day, the lion doing a great part, Setting ambuscades and arduously sleuthing to orient on trail, The leopard severally fainted in the field due to exhaustion, On one eve of christmas day, the lion captured the prey, When the leopard was a sleep shivering in fevers of malaria, Their prey was a middle aged female antelope with swollen hips. The leopard was sparked to fire of life by a mysterious fillip, He boldly requested work, now to help the lion in carrying, The un-suspecting lion relinquished the carcass to the leopard, Feat of shrewdness gripped the leopard, he took off Running away with a lightening speed, the antelope on his mouth, The lion again began to chase, shouting to the leopard, To be a gentleman and stop running, for them to share the plunder, The leopard never listened, he craftily climbed to the apex, Of the most tall and most slippery tree, he perched at the peak With the antelope on his muscular mandibles of voracity, The lion remained at the stem, wailing like a toddler His family does not climb trees, not even a shrub, The lion wailed, using all styles of wailing, Pleading with the leopard to donate even an iota, Not even a small piece of antelope bone dropped To drop on the ground for the lion to taste, Human leopards are not good hunting companions.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
A LEOPARD IS NOT A GOOD HUNTING COMPANION
The leopard and the lion chose to become friends, For they were all proud of claws on their paws They each glorified one another for their mighty, Ability to live on meat of other fauna throughout a year, They each admired one another for running speed, They each remained firm and loyal to one rule; Lions don’t eat leopards neither leopards eat lions. They felt warmth in their companionship without verve, Until the time they initiated a certain joint venture; To hunt an antelope as it was famed to be the sweetest, Again, there had remained one antelope only in the world, They dilly and not dallied anyhow about such glittering project, They both endevoured to set forth by each dawn for a whole year, Tediously hunting throughout a day, the lion doing a great part, Setting ambuscades and arduously sleuthing to orient on trail, The leopard severally fainted in the field due to exhaustion, On one eve of christmas day, the lion captured the prey, When the leopard was a sleep shivering in fevers of malaria, Their prey was a middle aged female antelope with swollen hips. The leopard was sparked to fire of life by a mysterious fillip, He boldly requested work, now to help the lion in carrying, The un-suspecting lion relinquished the carcass to the leopard, Feat of shrewdness gripped the leopard, he took off Running away with a lightening speed, the antelope on his mouth, The lion again began to chase, shouting to the leopard, To be a gentleman and stop running, for them to share the plunder, The leopard never listened, he craftily climbed to the apex, Of the most tall and most slippery tree, he perched at the peak With the antelope on his muscular mandibles of voracity, The lion remained at the stem, wailing like a toddler His family does not climb trees, not even a shrub, The lion wailed, using all styles of wailing, Pleading with the leopard to donate even an iota, Not even a small piece of antelope bone dropped To drop on the ground for the lion to taste, Human leopards are not good hunting companions.
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As if the it is not the leopard That has forepaw herculean In the game of hunting and preying, With reservation the leopard eats Saving for tomorrow with punctiliosity In the wary of wisdom about plundering, That is not all about physical mighty Not shrewdness of the mind Nor flexibility of the heels But respect for frugality as a virtue of the strong.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
LEOPARD FEAST
Some people have a jungle mentality. They say if we lived in the jungle the strong would dominate the weak. But this isn’t a jungle it’s so far from the jungle it’s impossible to say exactly who the strong and the weak are when there are so many variables and the society we live in dictates the skills and attributes we acquire. Yet some people try to turn society into the jungle because they think they’d thrive there but their jungle doesn’t have trees it has chimpanzees cut off at the knees nor does it have a sustainable ecosystem it has concrete walls and steel bars where they beat the small and leach the large. The ape beating its chest the hardest hoards all the bananas while its shrewdness starves. The only jungle it resembles is Upton Sinclair’s but before that jungle can be realized they have to plant the jungle mentality in our minds.
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
Jungle Mentality
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) As its social phenomenality Grows with zeal and verve Humanity of love befits Beautifully Elaborate explanation To enable both young and the elderly To have clear and useful Knowledge and insight Of what is love; Shakespeare in the prime Of his bardness decried it A foul protégé of individual beholder Christ confused it for self-immolation In the succor of the universe Leo Tolstoy thought that It was minimal ownership of land Umberto Eco in his scriptorium Declared it man’s impaired judgment Kenyan cubidmaestroes deem it human foully To create a leeway to keep change of a Casanova Mahatma Gandhi called it caste blindness Mandela called it zero apartheid Both in Luther King sang the song Of nonviolent revolt But me I will boldly clash With the precedent civilizations To call love foolishness of a man And shrewdness of a woman As for both man and woman the very love In un-fangled in truth that it can’t pay bills.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
what is love ?
A family man, running spandexed and puffing reaches into the stroller at the crest of the hill as the day sighs away the last of its dusk hands a three year old a flashlight and makes her a secret-wink promise. *You'll move so quickly on your path, it's your duty to carry a light with you to keep you and others safe.* A stern man and a hot scratchy washcloth removing a Spice Girls bubblegum tattoo from the nose of a seven year old, molecule by molecule. *As soon as you get caught up in superficiality, that's when you'll make mistakes. Don't make mistakes that will last.* A medic man returns from a surgery from a rural village with more kindness than money. Lays a basket of apples and a banana loaf on the table in lieu of a cheque and says: *There will be opportunities in your life for your actions to define the kind of person you are- always take them- and never forget your common humanity.* An animal man bursts into the room with a puppy as new as a sparrow gamboling, loving, seeking faces and laps. *When choosing your first dog, look for one that has more loyalty than shrewdness. Choose your friends that way, too.* A tired man breathes deeply instead of shouting at the quivering teen and the confession of the bumper and the scratch that shouldn't have happened. Hurt softly with the truth.... but never with lies. A romantic man recounts his history raising his eyebrows at the score of his frolics and makes me swear to fall madly in like with every soul who my heart should kiss- *but Love, reserve Love as the most sacred of words, deeds, beings. When you Love, you and he shall become one another, and be one life.* A sentimental man wears a silver crown at the head of his dinner table meditating in silence after the laughs and mayhem of his family clan have subsided to the fireplace. He looks at his daughter. She looks at her father. The fullness of her adult face and Polish eyes reflect in his irises blue inside blue inside blue inside blue- making any separation between them redundant, intangible, like- mirrors facing mirrors- as the roots of the Tree run as deep as soul itself and he murmurs: *The day you hear the cry of your firstborn child is the day you discover the meaning of your life- and nothing will ever, ever be the same.*
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
Lessons from my father.
A family man, running spandexed and puffing reaches into the stroller at the crest of the hill as the day sighs away the last of its dusk hands a three year old a flashlight and makes her a secret-wink promise. *You'll move so quickly on your path, it's your duty to carry a light with you to keep you and others safe.* A stern man and a hot scratchy washcloth removing a Spice Girls bubblegum tattoo from the nose of a seven year old, molecule by molecule. *As soon as you get caught up in superficiality, that's when you'll make mistakes. Don't make mistakes that will last.* A medic man returns from a surgery from a rural village with more kindness than money. Lays a basket of apples and a banana loaf on the table in lieu of a cheque and says: *There will be opportunities in your life for your actions to define the kind of person you are- always take them- and never forget your common humanity.* An animal man bursts into the room with a puppy as new as a sparrow gamboling, loving, seeking faces and laps. *When choosing your first dog, look for one that has more loyalty than shrewdness. Choose your friends that way, too.* A tired man breathes deeply instead of shouting at the quivering teen and the confession of the bumper and the scratch that shouldn't have happened. Hurt softly with the truth.... but never with lies. A romantic man recounts his history raising his eyebrows at the score of his frolics and makes me swear to fall madly in like with every soul who my heart should kiss- *but Love, reserve Love as the most sacred of words, deeds, beings. When you Love, you and he shall become one another, and be one life.* A sentimental man wears a silver crown at the head of his dinner table meditating in silence after the laughs and mayhem of his family clan have subsided to the fireplace. He looks at his daughter. She looks at her father. The fullness of her adult face and Polish eyes reflect in his irises blue inside blue inside blue inside blue- making any separation between them redundant, intangible, like- mirrors facing mirrors- as the roots of the Tree run as deep as soul itself and he murmurs: *The day you hear the cry of your firstborn child is the day you discover the meaning of your life- and nothing will ever, ever be the same.*
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Never decide all of a sudden Take time and act shrewdly In case you take a rash step The repercussion will be bad Consult many in the trade Talk to those whom you trust Very carefully analyze points Finally a solution will emerge Acting based on just instinct Will take in the wrong direction It may spoil all your initiative Animals are only **** rash Crude decisions end shabbily Producing lots of confusions The position may turn terrible As a result of blind approach Use brain and also your heart Here only shrewdness mingles With your heart's natural mercy Use this combination to achieve. mvvenkataraman
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
Rash Decision Blocks Mission
HOW I MOURNED MADIBA IN EXCESS Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected]) Rationality is antediluvian Emotionalism is post napoleon Shrewdness comes with the queen Slyness a game of head boys Strength ist meine Kampf Bad dirgical mourning is mine The dark son of Africa My billow is love for humanity Giving a **** the tick where it is due Mourning heroes of the world That battled for songs of freedom In which cradled I the son of zinjathropus To day Nelson Mandela is born He is sired a new and again anew Not the son of a chief but humbly In humility as son of humanity
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
HOW I MOURNED MADIBA IN EXCESS
News! News! in its surrealistic gear, Charles Darwin of England has resurrected, He is here in Africa, roaming the deserts In the savannah belts of Turkana Land, Looking for African skulls for a second living. He is in the company of Richard Leakey, Talking among themselves with air of comradeship, Behaving wiseacre over the Africans there, Looking from place to place to rename The current African humans, He has already named people of Kenya And all the people in the subhara of Africa With a new paradoxical evolutionary tag, They are now homotribaliticus Africanus, A tag reflecting African tribalism in politics, He has met the Chinese and renamed them too, They are now homo-pecunias asianicus Or the money making Asians, Darwin has freshly renamed Americans This time round not as caucasoids, But as homocapitalisticus putinis stupidous, His shrewdness did not go with erstwhile death, He also has s pecial evolutionary tag for Africans Zinjipoliticus idioticus, or the fools who die politically.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Resurrection of Charles Darwin
There are nights when I dream. It’s my father, and I’m an adult. And he’s in my kitchen. So I know I’m dreaming. And with his fists knotted in his jacket, he offers a smirk. “I know what you’ve been up to.” And he does. *You’ve been saying “heh” a lot. You’ve been thinking you’re clever. You’ve been hoping silence equals shrewdness. (You’re quite taken by the theater of your own anger.) You keep getting taken by the mechanic. You’ve been giving the desperate glances of a subway ****** You’ve been pretending to be a man. You’ve been hoping someone else will put out the fire.* Now we’re holding a couple of beers by a truck, overlooking a lake. Inexplicably, we’re going hunting. “It’s ok. This is how it is.” He deliberately checks the sight. And with the certainty of a father, he tells me he knows. But I remember it’s a dream, because he doesn’t.
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Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
A Sort of Blindness
Did, a heart of sincerity...? Made pure, made true... With the soon, a vestigial anarchy Came to these, the rue of what we fate, to irony due... Life and a laugh The instilled today, the tone of a voice Given the wishes of the frank, and endearing more we hath... The compliment of sorry eyes and sudden why's, a unity's choice? Cope, tomorrow in league with such, a service To fragile ideals, and the carnal low... Seemingly mine, the inclined shrewdness of austere sigh's Is a head at pride, a lover's lie to compel a friend to owe...? Me, a hardier since, seclusion in a waiting worth... Can a heightened sense of curiosity, begin here? With the claimed sake, and kindness of silenced gain, by earn And turn of chaste into a needy repast, is my ought's notion clear? Waiting on the words to divine a character's politics? Sate and uniformity in mind, for another go round With such a treatise to sympathize with truth, that a gesture meant Is a gesture in the fate, we knew as a careless whisper, to allow...? A hat of composure make the day for neglect, isn't a worlds eyes drawn Meant and imagination, to a seemly rise and flow; was distance to form the words? Which brings us to the shade, of conscience's seldom, as if a waiting song That has a notion to become, hungrier than me, that sees the problem of seasons early...
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Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
The Price Of Vintage Attention And Can (Privilege's Friend)
General time To live the life, electric In a count of fames, a name of trying That will begin the heed, of reach, exact Secrets, only a demon could see... The tooth and the envoy of truth That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy? The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth? But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...? When we are, the culture of simplicity... In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy Clamor of a self-sufficient eye Many more than out, to seek the world of else Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's... Night comes for a tired eye to complain: Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
Playing Tag With Religion... (Collecting Sasses)
Sought without treacle Added forces, that knew me Actual lip for a liberty to still The oncoming voice of reality, which to live is anarchy But sakes, with resolves ice? Brazen futures of dismay In the harkening ordeal of wonder's spice Given the gift of today, is any and all may? Ripeness of worth, on the behalf Of simplicity, there always a reign Of suppose and its final victory, sass Ancient as a cloud of virtue can be, there is always pain... Till we understate the dreams of another The courtesy of a somber wish, with it to show... Caught like timidity was a choice, of sincere bother Letting love be the lucre of the day, a curiosity we owe... Is a long-standing debt, to a wishes heart... Which came first, the chastity or the ecstasy? The doles of harmony, are saviors of shrewdness that art? Space for lingering in the paces and shadows, of intimacy... Is a lover's ghost for any who would, or am I the doting meant? A chance of risen honor, that has the time... Welcome me to youthful pasts, if not passion in the charm lent A presence of mind, with a wish as the only way to a soul's kind? Drinking with also's ghost? Haven't to fuel, a conversation to live better, than a carnal know... Of imagination and voiced seldom to favor, a wish that included a host Of vice to fall in lots of sincere vanity, that was promised how, to a worthier world...
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
Guests Of Introduced Doors, With A Moment Dour
Silent and timid Her lips curve up into a shy smile Concealing sharp remarks and loud declarations Eyes gleaming with innocence Hide the shrewdness and depth within them Which capture the world around her Not long passes before you're amused to see She speaks of music and art and poetry If at first you saw no reason to show her recognition You consider her now with interest Soon enough you discover An intense love of novels burns within her Her vocabulary is vast and she has written sonnets of her own Now you are astonished Regarding her with curious eyes You want to learn more And wish to enter the crevices of her mind More surprises surface What she speaks suits not your first impression of her Her opinions and views and philosophies are broad Covering many topics and questions She is a pillar of tradition Yet she ventures into foreign pastures And your amazement increases tenfold You slowly break through her former barriers Walls high and guarded as those of a castle Gradually uncovering her feelings and her dreams Awed and bewitched you are left And you cannot grasp what you've beheld How deceiving the long skirt which drapes her How misleading the modest blouse she wears And the simple way she wears her hair Delude all who see her Appearance has fooled us all so greatly this time By branding a girl something Which her clothes falsely imply.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
Semblance
Driving in the car run inside, deliver and go. Next location stop, do the same with the intention of no harm. Repeating this daily till you drop down, this repetition can drive you insane. The motion of your daily occurrence carries a mountain on your back. Not after long your frowning and dragging your legs. The coldness of winter corresponds with the shrewdness of life. You have to put more then an effort to get results out of strive. Its a brutal wheel that turns round and round. Its a cycle of pursue its called being alive.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Pursuit
Where are you? I heard stories that you departed... What did you do? There's no way you got outsmarted Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival? Did you not think our house will be full of rivals? Did you forget you have a son? Why didn't you come when the war was done? Other wives have their husbands home Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone Come back, my love, return to your throne Come back before my heart turns to stone Ten years ago you were stolen by a war Ten years ago you stepped outside our door Yet I have been patiently waiting By fears and nightmares I was waking And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount Come back to our bed, to our tree Come back to me! Please! I beg the gods above Don't delay my beacon Don't hinder love The sun is dawning Another day without news Tomorrow's morning My watch continues I'll be once again looking out my window Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow You never should have left! Your forced departure was worse than a theft Athena, guide home your favourite Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery? Oh gods... We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
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May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Waiting Penelope
watch your steps Around, before and after you How you move up and down The shrewdness expressed Right from your lips How you're tempted to laugh With the dog intending to bite you Expressing your goals to an enemy And digging your own grave. The swiftness you give off Appreciated with your down fall Your trust paid with betrayal Loyalty flushed like trash. Life is supported by blood But a mixture of blood is vexatious It spills or mulfunctions Yet it holds the nature of your life You can't be so secure to trust Your own skin because the weather can mislead it's nature Its good to know but not to Exceed the capacity Of the knowledge of knowing.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
CHARY
the trapeze artist balances delicately stepping assured and practiced upon the thin string of chance luck and skill allows a fortunate man to walk steadily but a single fallout with fate could leave his body dashed to shreds destiny's temper is fickle impatient for new amusements it lets the poorest child walk across gifts them with fame and intelligence it lets the wealthiest man fall despite his endowed presents of fortune and shrewdness he is not enough for the ruthless eye of the future the world walks upon their own strings of fate luck pushes them from all sides for some, keeping them balanced and for other, forcing them to death
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
trapeze artists.
So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......
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Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
'Cooler' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/11/2017
So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......
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At one night it was 2 am On bed of nails she makes me wait           Shrewdness of your mouth keeps lingering on my mind           Like an echo guerilla knockin me down back and forth                          I value you too much, you value me nothing but a                          welcome carpet                          That keeps getting stomped, unvalued, but still there to stay                                      To cleanse your step
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Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
Twisted Fate