Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Verse

Down For the Count

How can I poet slam them politrician liars,
let me count the ghetto ways
In the calendar of infinity,
there are how many days?
Forever and a clean smile,
I love doing this dirty job
Putting snake eyes down for the count
gives me spiritual rise ... 
make me wanna eagle mount
Politricians ain’t gonna tell you the truth — 
why should they, 
they get paid by the filthy lucre dime
Farted out serpentine suits and blood splat boots,
cheap designer lies is a moral fashionista crime
Strip away the fancy honorifics,
empty titles that don’t carry no righteous weight
Politricians ain’t nothing but two-faced whores
looking for another voter sin paid date,
to put a five finger pinch on the tax collection plate
How can I poet slam dim politrician liars,
let me count the True Light wattage ways
In the cosmic year of supernova,
the Second Coming is the end of the last demonic days
Down for the count,
the wicked forever unable to rise
Dropped by a straight right cross TKO,
defeated by a crucifixion surprise

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Jannie Breedt December 26, 2017 at 12:16 AM Float like a butterfly brother and sting em like a bee

Dale Gregory Cozart November 15, 2017 at 5:35 PM This is another absolutely AWESOME poetic outing you have created!