Old Dude Rap
Poetry ain't words dribbled out on the fly,
It's execution, prostitution of the me who am I.
lettin loose my mongoose of thought provoking, while others be chokin,
gettin all Seuss you just some cat in a hat,
Philosophies of Socrates rap your brain around dat,
Don't let dem big words confuse you, this all precludes you, from being 100, thats where you blundered.
word :)
Copyright © Randall Conklin | Year Posted 2017
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