Let me get this tie off so we can ride off in the sunset and have rough sex til your upset.
The safety word only works if I ask "You had enough yet?"
but don't come crying to me just because we died trying to be something we'd never understand.
It's not my fault I look better when impersonating another man.
Photo manipulate us cause we really made it.
New shit but you forgot to mention how we missed the payments.
Up in the house holding the kids.
No food, open the fridge.
Wrists frozen, see the new teeth with gold in the tips.
Shit, this song is meant to impress you ain't it?
I'm just one of the oppressed who can't exist unless their innovative
Don't deliver rent. DHS don't deliver the check.
Pray for data dyne and sky-net.
Cause we're fucking shit up and the robots ain't had a try yet.
This is just my guess but by sixty five me and my friend are gonna see the world end.
Thats if I make it that long before I'm done in by my girlfriend.
The situation makes me wanna hurl man, cause I'm missing the 90's worse then Pearl Jam.
It's like I see the train coming at me
but I remain here just laughing stuck on my last quarter.
If it all goes bad pack the bags, it's California.
Now important- blend into the scene
but I'm not equipped for the screen
So I gotta be the shit when I sing
Write, and produce.
Commercialize my insides for every likeness in use.
Convince all your mother fuckers I'm really liking this juice.
Woah.
The way artists talk these days you'd think they were dying in groups.
Like Palestinians riding by in the 'Coup just to put red spots on his tie and his suit.
But those guys were just actors hired to add style to his group.
Fuck the free world.
Take the entire pie in one slice and then move before satellites spy my face and the IBM's shoot.
Morning News at six, fix your eyes to this
Hollywood on fire, proof that piss is flammable.
Men equal animals, so we compare caves and things edible.
I could die with the pen in my hands or empty handed
With a blank check in my van and nobody would give a fuck what I expected from them.
No amount of rhymes can defy ignorance
So when the world ends I can tell my friends
"This is just like how I said, isn't it?"
and we can all die dressed like damn idiots.
Rock Stars, who rock hard and stay the grittiest
This song is the reason girls with low self esteem are the prettiest.
Author notes
Revised it from the original. The original had many of the same lines but it was missing a whole lot of connectors that caused it to make very little sense. Now, it still makes very little sense but it at least tries.
Tell me what you think.
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you got something here say it like it is, fuck censorship,
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Talk about powerful rhymes! You sure no how to cut the chase and say what mean to say without hesitation. Don't hold back at all cause that isn't what poetry is about. Love the ending, a fantastic perspective on the world and the end that will be coming. Keep on saying what you mean and dont change to fit the ideals of the traditional poetry. Good job!
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well... its very interesting. not sure how to comment on this one. I like the line that says "we can all die dressed like damn idiots" though. thank you for sharing this even if I didnt really understand it!
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this read like rap... am i right? i could see this being sung in a rap way. i think it would have to condensed/edited a bit but it would work.
you've got some good lines in here like 'pessimism is less popular than ignorance' and...
'Criss Cringle holding a fifth
Wrists frozen, new teeth with gold in the tips.
But this song is ment to impress you ain't it?'
isn't Criss Cringle usually spelled Kris Kringle? or maybe both ways. anyway, good lines those
the last line was very good and a fit ending
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Well, now ...
this certainly is an intriguing write, but I don't see how it fits the rules of the contest since I asked for rhymed poems.
There are plenty of contests on this site that you can enter this in, of course, so that's not a problem. Good luck with your writing.
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