Blacklisted

The poet Marshall Mathers whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet" blasted with inquiry- "Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against? I have...'' Interesting enough in these crooked times it is impossible to make a man like you, or your art, especially with unbounding determination. Nevertheless, It sure is mighty easy to attain their hatred, through no fault of your own. When they protest or demonstrate against you... finally you have arrived! That's powerful! Common sense says, "Never drive in the rear view mirror!" Though, it sure is helpful to take a quick glance back periodically to check out Jealousy, back there doubting and shouting and eating your dust! Take a whiff... Listen... AHHHH.... The band begins to play ferociously! Off-key. Off-color. Slander Slogans pasted upon your face. Furthermore, Suddenly, Systematically... like roaches with lights bright, they disappear into the night, back to the slums; begging for crumbs. Once you've been Blacklisted; Swallow. Digest the miracle. Pure, glowing gold the alchemy of their anger, visibly discernable from the glossy pyrite appearing with fake praise. Heed the old adage: ---------------Keep yir' friends close, and enemies closer. Their futile harm repels from the Teflon donning your heart. Envy burns bold, boils, melts and cools, then cold, forging the sword. Adding to your arsenal. Stumble not upon bone fragments, brittle blacklist bandits... the Catacombs of those who aimed to defame your name, staking claim for their shameless sea of debris and Rotten Forgottens which only bolster your begotten flame. Remain steadfast, undaunted TROUNCE THOSE TREACHEROUS TROUBLES; ________________________ TO ________________________ MARCH THROUGH THE RIGOROUS RUBBLE! *Heads High, Let me see those eloquent eyes!~JsL ~Inspired by written words of Marshall Mathers, Cleaning Out My Closet, Shady Records~