Get Your Premium Membership

Two Sided Coin

Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some team work. Put your tears up front. Grab your mess list and do a man hunt. Mercy, no. Pity, no. Go real rude and blunt. Violate anyone who said love but did not mean it. Annihilate those who's respect was stated but you have not seen it. Inseminate trust with rage, so fury can escape from it's cage. Incriminate hope so that hate gain's control of the stage. Isolate your wrath and let it marinate on some vengeance. Obliterate faith and let envy commence. It's common sense, this has to happen for your self defense. Need some evidence, the price tag on your state of mind is at who's expense? Don't get tense, I've been there, and wrote a book. To kill the suspense, I'll let you take a look. It's a hymnbook, a road map on not getting shook. Tell me, does life do a how to on how to avoid the fishhook. I'm tripping, sorry, don't get scared. If I was serious, to say no, are you prepared? You get one shot to mess me over, then it's done. I'm not heartless, but I'm not stupid, after one there's none. Make use of your opportunity, see me run. Come again you stand against Chester Walker's grandson. Dare to touch a hair on a child you can see my slug. I'm not a hustler, but for the seeds I can be a thug. Claiming your a Christian, but really your a decoy. Let me spark my Newport, then I'll smoke you like a vice roy. If you pitstop in the path of the young, I'll pop you like I do a merlot. If you fight for a cameo, I'll re-write the scenario. You walkabout the future like our concern is in doubt. Watch the turnout, like Chnese food we'll take you out. I use the bible like it's an antibiotic. Think I will let my kin fall, well, you are psychotic. bring my people despair, give them unrest, show them ridicule. I'll do you worse than Lara Croft on Princess Toadstool. Coming against the children is two strikes, and my people is one. I'm talking to satan, but if the shoe fit's, than our war has begun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things