Creations of apathy becoming a fallacious faculty,
perfect alignment in confinement but no enemy behind it.
Our senses are blinded, judgment misguided in spite of
all of the attempts to hide it, behind petty poetic devices
about dramatizing. We've heard all your lies, a cynical
nation is without enlightenment to all of our discontent.
The malcontents renting the terrible tenements to those
who get off on pretentious sentiments: I'll snap your ligaments
and trigger the pain of slaves from the whip of the overseer
and sneer as the government leers and your peers steer
you clear of your pathetic career. My rhymes flow effortless
like caramel* - I prey but never tell - the stories of what's left of
you halflings on my level shelves. People come to agree
that I'm mediocrely incredible; my flow is so intelligent
that it's hardly intelligible. My words are tangible
but the lyrical interpretation that manages to
salvage the recreation of artistic architecture is just incredible.
My mind's too busy for lectures, drop me a letter
and I’ll see if I should settle but I can probably
do better and if they want to hold me back -
you know I’ll never let them. My vernacular's
spectacular among a sea of lackluster rust;
I'm tearing down your poetry because it's simple
dictionary lust as I monopolize in the acts of
antitrust. I'm timeless and defy
rhymes of reason, make it snow or
turn up the heat regardless of season.
I was just entering while you deceivers were leaving,
Your popularity's going down while mine's increasing,
I'm just too good but I think you'd agree that it's time I cease this.
perfect alignment in confinement but no enemy behind it.
Our senses are blinded, judgment misguided in spite of
all of the attempts to hide it, behind petty poetic devices
about dramatizing. We've heard all your lies, a cynical
nation is without enlightenment to all of our discontent.
The malcontents renting the terrible tenements to those
who get off on pretentious sentiments: I'll snap your ligaments
and trigger the pain of slaves from the whip of the overseer
and sneer as the government leers and your peers steer
you clear of your pathetic career. My rhymes flow effortless
like caramel* - I prey but never tell - the stories of what's left of
you halflings on my level shelves. People come to agree
that I'm mediocrely incredible; my flow is so intelligent
that it's hardly intelligible. My words are tangible
but the lyrical interpretation that manages to
salvage the recreation of artistic architecture is just incredible.
My mind's too busy for lectures, drop me a letter
and I’ll see if I should settle but I can probably
do better and if they want to hold me back -
you know I’ll never let them. My vernacular's
spectacular among a sea of lackluster rust;
I'm tearing down your poetry because it's simple
dictionary lust as I monopolize in the acts of
antitrust. I'm timeless and defy
rhymes of reason, make it snow or
turn up the heat regardless of season.
I was just entering while you deceivers were leaving,
Your popularity's going down while mine's increasing,
I'm just too good but I think you'd agree that it's time I cease this.
Author notes
I realize that this is bordering on egotistical but hey, it was fun to write. This poem was intended to be over the top because it's kind of a rap. I also should note that I know "mediocrely" is not a word, it's used for stylistic effect.
*care-UH-mel
Well...?
Comments
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Toward the beginning it just seemed to be a rant but as I got further on it became an interesting flow. You can definatly tell that it was meant as a rap and seeing as how that was what you were going for, it turned out pretty good. You mentioned that you thought it was egotistical and it is but who ever said that that was a bad thing. The truth is that you know that you're good and you're confident enough to openly express that which can never be taken wrongly. Just make sure you know that fine line between Egotistical and Snobby. Overall it was fairly good. I wasn't crazy about the rant beginning but like I said it picked up quickly. Good job.

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Well, it was intended to be over the top. I don't really think I'm some amazing poet or some shit like that but this was supposed to be a rap and no rap verse is complete without some self-glorification. lol
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