Who do you think you are ?
I’m better than you;
I’m a dexterous writer and poet ;
Am I proud ?,For saying the truth, No!,
I love alliteration more than pun.
So therefore ,I’m a rhymer and Rapper,
Is that tautology or poetic jargons ?
No!,it’s my pen;it has blue blood
So,it vomits blood on my paper;
Who do you think you are to have
Challenged me to a contest ?
I’m a man that fights in the nude,
Without weakness and weapon, but witty and
whimsical as I wobble ,wonder and walk
into webs of written warriors of world wars.
Am I drunk? No!, it’s not me but my pen,
Faster than the speedboat, quicker than the Cheetah
and more garrulous than Parrot.
You think you are gracious ?
I’m better-ludicrous ,malicious , incredulous ,
Sagacious and fallacious ;Now judge that !
I’m humane and detest oppressors,
Obsessors, aggressors and assessors,
Now ,you judge that !,
…..But still…
I’m still in love with you…..
…..Hahahaha! ....
8-22-2018
Categories:
obsessors, emotions, funny,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The burn, the lies, the scorn, the hurt,
The soul is torn from the dirt,
Brought forth by alleged professors,
The modern beliefs, these obsessors.
They throw out the accusations,
With such thoughtless fascinations,
Unbelieving the unbelievable,
Not understanding the inconceivable,
They believe that one is like them all,
Causing the good to take the fall.
He who hangs with the outcasts,
Who is not one but sees the out lapse.
They say he does what they do,
But not yet knowing what is true.
Today he's an outcast for his friends,
But society wants to make a mends,
For his achievements are unbelievable,
And they understand the inconceivable.
This will be my future, my great path,
And to those who accused me I will laugh.
Categories:
obsessors, childhood
Form: I do not know?