Somebody fill me in
on the give and take
Please, somebody ...
please, anybody
Somebody tell me
what is real and what is fake
I wanna hear it from somebody
I need to hear from anybody ... no copies
I see walking mannequins nobodies
I’m starting to shun everybody
Somebody got a bad habit,
for goodness sake
They wanna keep theirs,
and still eat my angel cake
Just another silver spoon
slice of give and take
Another fork tongue bite
mark of give and take
Another knife to my life ...
gangsta give and take
For my labor,
they wanna give me nothing
Then take away
my freedom of choice to make
They wanna give me no mercy,
and take away none of my mistakes
Now I know why,
I’m always so thirsty
Somebody gave me
a bottle squeezed empty
taste of give and take
They gave me a whole lot of chest misery,
with their coffin cake funeral carryout take
They sure gave me plenty of cemetery grief,
when they took away my freedom to breathe
This devil cake cremated bake
was their last give and take
Categories:
carryout, how i feel, psychological,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
5/12/17
Go ahead and tell
Hide in your shell
Or run away like a gazelle
Don't like your intent and what you try to sell
Farewell
Catch an L
Rot away and smell
Then burn in hell
On my mind, it will not dwell
Throwing shade
On my name
It's nothing new or strange
What some will do for clout and fame
Is beyond a shame
I'm going to turn into the ace of spades
And a jack of all trades
Bury what remains in a legitimate grave
Then carryout another day, while still feeling the same
A new century
Another enemy
Out to get me due to jealousy
I can only imagine how it is, when you're a celebrity
Your not going to shorten my life expectancy
Or any chance of longevity
Due to me thinking sensibly
My own integrity
And a sudden surge of adrenaline and energy
No R. I. P. for you, or memory
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
carryout, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
The Skyscrapers are so high; they seem to pierce the cerulean sky
Transpired by all those neon lights
So many have succumb to the city’s plight
People are distraught by the polluted stench of death in the air
Murder rate ever-increasing; does anyone care?
Concrete high rises and towering buildings form a ghetto
A utopia of poverty where drug addiction has control
The name of the forgotten enshrined by graffiti on the walls
A place where personality and pride stands tall
Cornered lives where fast money is the name of the game
A con, a player, and a hustler is still one in the same
On every street corner there is a church, a carryout, or a bar
A city that’s besieged by police brutality that has gone too far
Sedans and SUV's windows rattle from the loud deep-toned songs of Hip hop
The sound carries for avenues and blocks nonstop around the clock
The city never sleeps, so the crime never stops
Because there are criminal infested streets, policed by even belligerent cops
Weed smoke fumes subtlety filling so many lungs
The futile hum of engines at traffic lights becomes the city song
In this place of indignity there would be no pity
Welcome to SIN CITY
Categories:
carryout, america, city, life, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Robots are modern day cousins of human beings
For they share between them common bindings
Both are programmed in a way to carryout tasks
That is assigned by their respective programmer.
It is providence that schedules all human events
And man performs strictly according to the chart
That is designed and planned for each individual
With no scope for escape from the path charted.
It is providence that propels humans for action
And determines to bequeath success or failure
A person succeeds when it shines upon on him
And suffers, defeat and shame, when it frowns.
In fact the possibilities are very diverse but real
Those depend on planetary combinations above
Which the programmer might have given thought
And then authorize the destiny of talking robots.
Thus humans are but utterly helpless pawns
Moving on the chequered chess-board of life
Occupying the squares according the program
Monitored by the unseen hand of providence.
Categories:
carryout, mystery, philosophy, religion,
Form: Free verse
Noodle dinner, Italian restaurant
we leave half the food on the plate.
I'm not full but I want to leave
I say, "I'm tired and it's late."
A new ex-boyfriend, another one
learning about your encounters.
"What are you thinking?" I smile
Unsure, the fork twirls leftovers.
Carryout box, unfinished meal
resolved to say all later.
Bruno's, amazing as ever!
Though the talk isn't served by the waiter.
Categories:
carryout, confusion, food, friendship, life,
Form: Couplet
Whole hearted, to all who are lost?
Surrendered to give his life on the cross
Righteous, no shame to be found
Forgiveness, he gives to all as he lay on the ground
Committed, to carryout the plan
JESUS, SAVIOUR, SON OF MAN
Categories:
carryout, inspirational,
Form: Free verse