Saint Augie's Rap
"There’s things ya should be doin’
And folks ya could be helpin’
Blind ya ought to be leadin’
It’s not alright
If they’re bleedin’
Do more than just readin’
An’ dreamin’ ‘bout some eden
- a distractin’ illusion-
a selfish wound
‘gainst compassion
But it gives
A warm feelin’
So ya shun
The conclusion
That when
yer not busy being born
yer busy dyin’
But ya go on lyin’
Always denyin’
The truth that’s a lion
prowlin’ in yer
Palace
of Indulgence
‘bout to pounce
On ya peace
‘n’ ya elegance
While ya blinkers of greed
‘n’ ya blinkers of sloth
Stopya from seein’
death encroachin’
ya too busy poachin’
from ya neighbours ‘n’
strangers
ignorant of dangers
so ya just keep on gettin’ on
too far in to get off
High-rollin’
Steam rollin’
Ya just have eyes
that devour
that live for the hour
that thrive on the flavour
of personal gains
while ya hidin’ your assets
From the capital gains-man
It’s a game man
Yer need to advance man
Up the ladder man
Gettin’ fatter and fatter
til the snake’ll take you slidin’
To the hell
yer been makin’
Then you’ll
be doin’
the shakin’
no mistakin’
you’ll be achin’
Yearnin’ in the burnin’
With a yen for a dollar-
yer guts’ll be churnin’
you’ll wrench at ya collar
as ya face up to the
Fate ya were chancin’
by unheedin’ my advice:
“Keep walkin’,
keep addin’,
keep advancin’”
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
