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Trim Trimmer Chicken Dinner Winner

I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows 
how to serve the perfect dose.

Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,

1st and 2nd personalities 
pushed to share realities, 
combining combat and comebacks 
as I incompetently rap,

you’re ripping me now 
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.

It’s another chicken dinner 
from Mr Trim Trimmer, 
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.

POTD 02/02/2019

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The Truth About Adhd

Growing up with ADHD forces you to adapt,
impulsive behaviour controls how you react,
attention span wanders and naturally distracts,
you face an impact, that in fact, doesn't change how you act.

Turns your face red but still you face it,
hear your words with the rest, instant regret,
impulse isn't decided, just happens, autopilot,
not stupid nor clever, just different in us lot.

It's unfiltered thinking displayed as actions,
it's not attention seeking for self satisfaction,
it's not dumb and it's not smart,
it's just the way that we are.

Most sort the thoughts they have and choose to let one out,
and when they are thinking I bet funny thoughts come about,
but they prevent them being known, aware with no doubt,
whilst our funny thoughts unfiltered get shout.

In our head the thought's interesting, overshadows the wrong,
in our head it's unique, say it now or it's gone.
We seek the funny, interesting, unique and the new,
find boring common thinking, we are not like you.

Sometimes we speak unfinished thoughts and seem senseless,
it's because the thought isn't finished but there's something in the sentence,
yet it's so far from correct we look strange and odd,
remember we don't select or allow these words leave our gob.

When I speak impulsive stupid I'm aware of the embarrassment,
so I quickly control a stupid to distract what just went,
act stupid in control turning embarrass to entertainment,
I link up the impulsive with intent as if it was all meant.

Like I said the first bit to continue after,
now in someway I have control of their laughter,
asserting my quick wit to avert disaster,
impulsive thinking turns clever and faster,

but the unfiltered impulsive burst 
will always blurt first,
it will always get heard
cause opinions absurd.

So the stupid appears then you correct it,
you didn't select or choose to direct it,
but you can be quick and inflict a fix,
do it slick but the first impact so thick.

The words heard not the only thought that occured,
we think faster unfiltered and this sees us altered.

Happening all the time the impact declines,
more embarrassing for your head than mine,
you don't practice the quick fix that entwines,
I adapted to this and became a mastermind.

ADHD minds don't go slow or stop,
they do face disaster and crash quite a lot,
they let out strange odd thoughts and seem shot,
but in any one second, thoughtless they are not.

 
YOUR CHOICE(9),any form,any theme 
Brian Strand 
written 3rd June 2019

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Thoughts On Mgk Eminem Diss, It's Just What I Noticed

Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly, 
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy, 
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler, 
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax, 
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,  
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to worshipping a hairband on a no flair brand corrupt
and yeah I admit some of it was good, generous, but look,
with 6 years to write it should have been off the hook, 
this lame ass your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.

Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.

Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.

* the second line is a double entendre, 
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M

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Third Person

He speaks metaphorically to avoid dealing direct, 
shows the unknown hand he’s against too much respect, 
writes about his bravery though it’s no where to detect
or talks in the third person like this I'd expect.

Going on about himself like it’s happening to someone else,
distanced from reality his distracted mind plays stealth, 
deflecting the desperation straying from his fails, 
because being himself is hell with his fractured mental health. 

You’d think he would try to save it but instead he stays away,
doesn’t acknowledge the slaying, writing on as if okay,
creates a situation where he has the final say,
when really just a coward putting himself on display. 

He must have found comfort writing this because it's structured, 
a new angle on the old tale nothing more than a distraction,
because as soon as it finishes he's back to a spineless buster,
hiding from conflict comforting another poor reaction. 

How long will he go on paving this path of pathetic,
in a dangerous direction purposely neglected, 
there’s the renegade he speaks of, self elected, 
walking towards death being naturally selected.

But deep in this metaphor he doesn’t change a thing,
in his head it’s someone else or a tale of some thing.
To know what happens next go back where this poem begins,
now knowing what life is when your name is Nick Trim.

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Never Surrender

I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.

I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.

No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface, 
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface, 
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.

Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.

Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.

I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks 
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack. 

I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.

Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!

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Guess Who's Back, Offence and Pain Aint Two of the Same

Who'd have thought words make them react like this,
failing to see my wit, just the unattractiveness.
An eye for crudeness that'll overpower the humorous.
I'm sure within their brain a tumour lives.

Has your face ever felt the force of a fist?
It'll twist your perception like a contortionist,
because offence and pain aint two of the same.
One requires staples so that the blood's contained,
the other's just a thought you'd rather not maintain.
I get that neither are a source used to entertain,
but at the end of the day crudeness aint pain.

Offence is just a nuisance you choose to refuse,
it aint a scar, a cut or a bruise.
Scars are something you can never remove,
but when I got mine I made jokes that amused.
So can you help me now please and give me some clues,
when I'd been hit by a knuckle duster I was less confused.
Do you really feel pain when I'm crude and rude?

Please explain how words upset and leave you offended.
How does it feel and how do you end it?
Is it just simple natural sounds that you can't stand?
Compare that to soldiers losing limbs and can't stand.
If this is you I've just one thing to say my friend,
your life is easy if words drive you around the bend.

POTD
5/7/2018

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Love Game

I'm the bloke she never had,
she's the girl I never knew,
when I met her she was sad,
broken up without a clue.

We've talked of her past 
and touched on mine,
in love that didn't last,
insecurities, the whine.

I don't need a partner confronting me,
and she doesn't neither,
I know if I can trust her
I'll never leave her.

I want to get to know her comfortably,
spend my days enjoying her company,
in the bed she'll open her front for me
shaft that'll blast out thus set me free.....

and in those moments all close and moany,
we'll tell each other, "you're the one and only".

I won't keep tags, doubt or act like I own it,
I want a relationship that lives in the moment,

cus she's told me of wrongs in boyfriends before,
I've no reason to doubt her, of that I'm sure,
a relationship shouldn't be there to endure,
work hard to ensure love doesn't turn sore.

She's been hurt, felt horrible and been deflated,
experienced relationships turn love to hatred,
she now asserts with grace honour and respect,
I won't force yet form it and hope I'm select.

She has a raw beauty that made me fond,
a great personality I can't look beyond,
visually controls my family jewels and  wand,
but for now, all I want's to form a bond.

She has her shields up to keep men clear,
boundaries that yield, "you can't sleep here",
she's no fear to strike any man too near,
while I think it's cute, she has no idea.

I just want to be best friends and luck buddies,
grow old together until we're dead bodies,
cus this girls got it all, she's not like nobody,
out of this world, I'd be her best buddy,

but for now I'll just pace it, I won't count time,
while patiently waiting for her I'm fine,

cus I'll be that face that never shows hate,
I'm here in my place near my soulmate.

In these very early days, these words I had to lay,
I know she won't read them, thinks poetry's gay,
I don't mind different hobbies, I think it's ok,
if she plays with me nob at the end of the day.

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Rhyme God

Enter the Everest that devastates 
as he never ever rests and demonstrates 
his quick wit picnic of traits that place 
with lickety split flicks on the page 
the tricks of a contortionist wrist that emits embers at pace 
as he commits and performs on the centre stage 
with the impact of a storm from the biblical age 
the act of an adorned prolific rampage. 
Irresistible talent abundantly apparent 
you thought you'd witnessed 
ability but until now you hadn't 
when the rest in the business 
appear to be unskilled 
and transparent 
as their best rhymes diminish 
right here to be unfulfilled 
and redundant 
thus divested of finesse 
while it's clear to see you're thrilled 
in this moment.

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To Stupid To Care

I've dropped my pen, calamity,
I write too much profanity,
it makes people act angrily,
yet I walk around quite happily.

I'm aware I speak like I don't care,
and I reek of rudeness when I share,
but I don't get offended to be fair,
not up here on my high chair.

Naturally I've no remorse,
that means I don't care of course,
but I'm a gent I'll hold the door,
just for me not you and yours.

You read from a rebel without a cause, 
whom finds it fun to wined up fools.
Though I don't hunt them down like jaws,
it's done through words I write with my paws.

With direct rhymes that are unambiguous,
also aimless and thus promiscuous,
this contradiction is a tad ridiculous,
have you worked out yet how I'm ingenious?

I told you at the beginning that I care not,
the lines since caused that to be forgot.
Are you yet to realise the plot?
Now it ends, yep, that's your lot.

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It Reads Like a Rap

Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.

We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy and thoughtless,
lets build a rhyme fortress
with verse summersaultus,
not a word but I don't care,
eating apples grapes and pears,
seeking angles of praise from flair,
story starts now take a chair.
Out in public with clothes removed,
I've had this dream but now it's true,
a dude that's nude and on the move,
without a pube all in plain view,
swing it like a helicopter,
round and round 'til someone stops ya,
grab some weed and party poppers,
run down streets to dart from coppers,
drinking aftershock that shocks ya,
always after the shot has docked ya,
stick your head between some knockers,
wake up thick lipped at the doctors.

(Chorus)

Write it like a conversation,
it might give it a new dimension,
in that last verse you forced the rhyme,
of course that's fine in this rap rhyme,
'cus rap is rhyme it's rhyme they rap,
that is a fact a fact is that,
by it's nature rap is rhyme,
if it reads like a rap then it reads like a rhyme,
does that mean always rhyme is rap,
of course it isn't it's less than that,
now that sounds mean, 
what do you mean,
rap rhymes are rhymes and rap,
rhymes just rhyme they're not rap,
well what's this verse then is it rap?
No my friend this verse is crap,
I hope they remember this is a conversation,
they're not reading you lost their attention.

(Chorus)

A third verse now this is long winded,
it's forced and pointless poets cringing,
get back to the story, 
now you were knocked out,
yes and I remember nowt,
then what the hell's this rhyme about,
it's like a selfie with lips that pout,
no one cares except the poser,
that means no one notes the nose hair,
wrap this up it's going nowhere,
rap it up like you're a rapper,
this poem keeps on getting crapper,
no one's read as far as here, 
in this worse rhyme you've wrote all year,
at least it flows like hip hop songs,
it flows with flow its flow is strong,
to flow like this use words not long,
here's the chorus lets sing along. 

(Chorus)
 
it reads like a hip hop 

POTD 17/10/2018