An angered father went for his whip
And son made for a man to him grip:
Ferdinand's sudden timely smart slip;
The cowhide would have slashed his hip!
Now as safe as a bird on a roof,
Father's relaxed grip on whip sound proof
Town send knew the rules and would not goof.
At home he'll change son's right foot to hoof.
"Fine! let him present success savor?
What shall meet him not in his favor".
Angered Man Silly Woman Henry Trying to Watch the Superbowl--
See the holding of the man,
I think he's angry at the other man.
He finds it hard to see the pencil,
Overshadowed by the silly hensel.
Who is that loving near the cube?
I think she'd like to eat the eustachian tube.
She is but a bouncy woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noble-shun.
Her glorious car is just a biscuit,
It needs no gas, it runs on brisket.
She's not alone she brings a chocolate,
a broken heart, and lots of anklet.
The man shudders at the popcorn joyful bowl
He want to leave but she wants the remote control.
He’s trying to watch the Super Bowl;
All she wants to do is argue Oh, so;
3/11/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
My words pour out
like moulten lava
hot
lashing
not caring who they hurt
[acrostic]
ASK that the moon and stars coat the city in silver
NOT the gloom that presages a storm
GREAT danger looms to a world indifferent to humans with
EXPECTATIONS of treating life just a card game
RATHER submit not to a reality capricious as a wayward wind
END the lunacy of tempting fate with bravado; accept
DREAMS a mere pursuit of clutter in a closet.
Anger emotions everywhere
Just simple hated feelings
Getting the most out of us
Draining all of our energy
Short tempered emotions
No good for nothing
Risking our lives
Something that is not worth dying for
Tempered feelings inside
Working its way on the outside
Letting people see it
Feelings that we don’t want to show
Dragging your temper along your side
Wanting to get rid of that cloud
Mixed feelings all inside it
Risking their way slowly into you
Deceived by words, do you hear.
The whispers burns the voice in the dark.
What do you feel when you do not heal.
I will kneel in front of the person.
He who will breaks my bones.
I will call you King before I tear down your walls skin by skin.
Chained to the shadow which stalks me when I walk.
I can hear her cry.
I will by death, never defy her.
Never will she say goodbye.
I will be the one.
Angered by the calmness of my hate.
If I must wake.
After death died.
In hell.
I will burn everything down to the ground.
The darkness angered
The shadows of the house wail
Clawing at tenants
Dont take this reefer for loss of attention, I still smoke and will choke any sign of depression, especially from the infected interjections of peasants, leave you connected to levels of reality unexpected.. from your own simple minded world, your still worried about yourself and the next easy ****ed girl, that shits basic, we got over that way in eighth grade its not adjacent to the path we choose now, and if greed and fame's your choice you lose now. But see the real didn't die with biggie, he didn't say **** you and eat *****to the devil did he?
Nah that was tupac he clearly revealed he never sold his soul, dude lived FREE so his STYLE never got old and in fact he'll never die for we'll remain.. still fighting evil but were claimed insane. So next time you fin yourself lost in a freestyle, wonder why your mind wont deliver freely maybe its "cleaned" child.. from the washing the same rappers you idolize use to get richer, whys drake work with "negatives" to see a "better" picture? im ****in finished, this pun or any other probably wont diminish but at least give me strength like popeyes green spinach
(I got the idea for this fictional poem from Me, myself & Irene.)
You cheated on me when we were on our honeymoon.
I was afraid that you'd cheat but I didn't know you'd do it that soon.
You couldn't have hurt me more if you had shot me in the face.
I thought our love was remarkable when it was really a disgrace.
You just gave birth and that proves that you and another man jumped in the sack.
I know you cheated because I'm white and the baby is black.
Falsely accused by an angered heart...
Resumes the hate that tears us apart!Words
so heated from one's own spite...Aches the
tendered heart,so wronged,not right!The
kissed on band-aid for my pain...Removed my
foot fro' my mouth's wronged as plain! An
apology always escapes my lips...Like a bad
tasting wine,that sours all sips!When can i
not guiltily say?...My love,i'm sorry,for a
many painful day!Sorrows and mishaps
increase my ire...You are my queen,I not
your Sire!
01-28-2006'.
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