the music set
my fingers tapping
tap
tap
tapping
my mind runs thoughts
faster then my fingers can tap
and soon i lose the rhythm
from which the music set
Pain is the background music
of this messed up movie
that happens to be my life
This music is just noise
trying to distract me
Love is the antagonist
the bad guy trying to kill me
The plot is confusing and
forever changing
and surprising
But the cast is exceptional
I'm not a country red neck
Nor part of any clan
My skin is white like ivory
I am a Caucasian man.
My music of choice is Mo-Town,
Hip-Hip and R&B.
Alternative some, heavy metal, Yes.
I can say that music relaxes me.
I have a fondness for romance
I guess I've been " In Love"
I take my experiences and use them
For my stories of " True Love"
In high school I played football
Slot receiver my senior year
A tall, strong consistent target
We went seven and three that year
Now, a grown man.
Twenty something.
Middle class, handsome man
hard working
This merely is a biography
In my own poetic spin
So, I hope you enjoy my little story
Entitled "My White Skin"
Jared Pickett
8/11/05
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So excited to see the show
Therefore grab a friend and go
We see only good music and fun
Not the entire run
We dance and sing
Drink and binge
With friends we are
The entire time
Sing and dance
In a trance
Meet the band
And then we can
Behind the scenes
Tour bus and hotel
Still not thinking
We can tell
Party on party people
Make that noise
Oh boy
In trouble we are
Panties down
Now we frown
We did not know
Not all things are what they seem
Party smiles and in between
Ugly
Smiles at first
Burst in emotions
Demotion like a job
From manager to nothing
Rockstar to loser
Carry that with you
You think your with someone who cares
Beware
You are the only one that can think about you
No one else will hold that degree to compare
the harm around
before the music that is fun to go to shady
because you will always be a lady
even if what you went through was scary
its not your fault
but the elder that is care free
a liar to himself and his family
fear not but be true to yourself as best that you can be...................
Get up
Thank God for another day
Shower, shave, if necessary
Get dressed
Grab a cup of life, java.
Meet the other commuters
Sleep, with music in ears
Get up
Walk to my building
Grab another cup of life
Answer phones
Fix problems
Write and review, time permitting
Lunch!
Answer phones
Write and review, time permitting
Obey the boss
Time to leave!
Meet the commuters again
Sleep, with music in ears
Step from the bus
I’m free, thank God!
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