i drum my guitar
my fingers fly and flutter
mind in the gutter
as i try to kill that awful howl
that people call music
rap
RAP
that's not even a fucking word!
one little e away from rape
please pass the tape
so i can shut out that man who thinks he has a voice
do i have a choice?
what happened to good ol' rock and roll
the songs with soul
instead we're going to the candy shop
trying to hit the spot
WHERE IS THE FUCKING JUSTICE!
i close my eyes
tear off my ears
before i here one more
person say homie
I AM NOT
THIS HAS GOTTA STOP!
goodbye my fans
goodbye my one true love
with this knife
i will be sent above
to the holy place
filling up my soul
with the beautiful music
called rock and roll
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A contest entry
- quick easy and almost painless ( few entries = free points : ) by Jiyo.
450 points, ended August 22, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow what a emotional write. So full of wonderful imagery . I too love Rock and Roll but love other music as well. Great write on speaking up for what you believe in
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nicely done here, lots of pain and agony expressing in a few short words, very well done, cooked to perfection
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