13.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
Yeah, you don’t know me. What’s that on yo neck? Unrelated How many corners of Earth you tryin’ to own? How many more have I been in tryin’ to whiff an essence? You? You think I chase. You ain’t got the cash I need. You can’t own those mountains, that sea, the sky. You can climb, swim but never fly, yet you try… buy it all, hoping I buy something you can’t conceive, something I ain’t sellin’. ‘Cause, the more I buy, the more I’m bought. The more I’m bought, the less I’m worth. And you can’t have those words that I just stole. They ain’t my birth. 11.11.23 Trousers back on If you ain’t feelin’ me, ain’t been tryin’. Maybe, you read wid dem roses on. Roses ain’t green. You ain’t foolin’ me; but someone, right? I hope they pay you good. Me, I’m jus’ tryin’ ta be. Now…my dick? Yeah, now it feel good. And sorry, it’s jus’ for me. No need a Buffalo Stance… I’ll try another approach another day. I know you don’t ‘respond’ SVP. p.s. My poor mom…’where do all those words come from?’ She SHOULD have had me tested, instead of calling me ‘different’, her ‘dumb bunny’. You know, a dumb bunny is sick in the head…soon dead from madness. I’m no March hare, mad hatter. She could never see what was the matter? Me neither, until EVERYONE told me otherwise. Then, skinned or marshaled me to some island where echoes of childhood float above black plumes and below these lava boots. I’ve stomped each bitch, one by one, until in my Lost, saw just illusion, someone’s delusion, as others employed guilt and shame from that long ago Time Machine I refuse to board. You get in. Bet you won’t know the date I’ll set it. Edited versh. I wudn’t do you like dat. Pilin’ FBoys like logs fer fire. 🔥 burn. |