serial killler-adding lll's for helllllllllll
cereal killer-could be one of two things some who kills using
a box of Frosties or someone who kill boxes of
Frosties
To lazy to fini
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the adults are talking
Sorry him inside
the one you hide
got some of the others
on his side
lets get ready too
Rum bull was the effort
lessly into
next line is missing the word
definitively dif
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to____a________T
Eco friendy-used the t twice tthere
Animated still
still
begging for that final letter
Categories:
dif, poetry,
Form: Free verse
en
ter ke
y
extra
va
ganz
a
someone som
ewhere dec
ided that th
ey & they alone k
now the co
rrect way that a poem is
formed & thu
s what it is to write poetr
y to dwell in a po
etic ma
n
ner withi
n th
e realm
of
lit
era
tu
re.
thi
s nar
row-min
ded fasc
ist who wants to be
the one who draws the param
eters arou
nd wi
thin we free huma
n beings are supposed to functio
n within ne
eds to break that see on that little bub
ble that they li
ve in be
cause out he
re the rest of us defi
ne freedom
a dif
ferent way.
we will
do what
we want
when we
want in
the manner
that we
want &
if you
want to
stop us
you will
have to
kill us.
go
od
day.
Categories:
dif, life
Form: Free verse
Single mothers and drug dealers
are some of the inhabitants
in this habitat,
permed pimps and
lizard green cadillacs.
Headless fiends
so high,
off drugs no lie,
they get served by
dreds with jeans.
The Korean man at the market
selling cokes in a can, spam,
and pickled pig's feet.....
and we wonder why the
American't lead a healthy life.
This is the ghetto's poem!
You got N.O.I. on the corner
passing papers to every
pedestrian driving,
while across the streets
is the Cookie Man with a
new hussle....surviving.
The names of avenues
mean alot, so much
that some got it tattooed.
Now we got 30 year old
grandmothers,
what's good is the 50 year old
great grants love them.
Usually you see an
old lady with a walking
stick in the front,
pitching a fit,
dif-fer-ence is
now they're itching for a
nick and a blunt.
This is the ghetto's poem!
Categories:
dif, black african american, life,
Form: Lyric