it won't be too long whether i'm Right or Wrong

Eŋg · 08-11-2013, 04:28 PM

slightly aged write-up that i like.

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It’s early, I’m thirsty, staring at dirty train tracks,
Near where rain slaps window glass next to this grey cat
Scribbling furiously in his ink-stained pad,
Fuck him.
Thoughts shift back to my day,
Panoramic anagrams shift through my mind state
I’m irate
& set a twine of two snakes around a rod; I find quaint,
Sorry…distracted,
just wondering how might a fine wine taste,
My rhyme rates…here are forever zero,
Where the penman is a pauper & never hero
Peeping through whatever keyhole;
Statuesque manifests sans aggression never transgressing,
Nothing inspires this writer with veritable fire
I thought it’d be interesting to be a celestial insider,
But it’s boring! It’s always sunny…so saccharine,
They’re pouring honey & vats of milk, clad in immaculate silk,
-- I should really get that stain out of my clothes,
Right after I write writes to get the wife outta her robes,
I’m out of control!
According to what the seraphim sing,
But I’ve learned to detest ‘men’, who can feather their wings,
…Elegant rings from a Peking Bell
Do not match the fiendish knell
Telling all in earshot a heathen’s fell, as if he’s seeking Hell,
Man, I miss the earthly charms where my verse would spawn
Artful nursery songs to put coins of worth in palms,
Back when I could bear the throngs
Of people aligned right…when they veer from wrong,
That’s virtually gone, I’m thirty one
Years past my prime, with Time nearly on
The borrowed clock,
Do I give a fuck what tomorrow’s got?
Hit repeat. The playlist’s Illmatic,
It ain’t hard to tell I’m imbalanced;
…distracted, still placid, impassive,
A TV shrieks with Sgt. Drill tactics,
Fuck yo…don’t need that noise stealing poise,
Conversing with an alter ego in my reading voice
Over a nightcap, the site’s sad, he’s quite mad;
His wires seem a little loose,
& smiles show a gap all up in his middle tooth,
Riddle-proof, I’m sure his image spoofs
This guy I think I thought I saw,
In a sort of awe I find all the more
Reason to keep speaking….
’ALL ABOARD!’ - On second thoughts,
Stop that train, I’m leaving.

08-11-2013, 04:28 PM	#1
Eŋg rhyme capsule. Join Date: Sep 2018 Posts: 2,150 Rep Power: 0	it won't be too long whether i'm Right or Wrong slightly aged write-up that i like. ... It’s early, I’m thirsty, staring at dirty train tracks, Near where rain slaps window glass next to this grey cat Scribbling furiously in his ink-stained pad, Fuck him. Thoughts shift back to my day, Panoramic anagrams shift through my mind state I’m irate & set a twine of two snakes around a rod; I find quaint, Sorry…distracted, just wondering how might a fine wine taste, My rhyme rates…here are forever zero, Where the penman is a pauper & never hero Peeping through whatever keyhole; Statuesque manifests sans aggression never transgressing, Nothing inspires this writer with veritable fire I thought it’d be interesting to be a celestial insider, But it’s boring! It’s always sunny…so saccharine, They’re pouring honey & vats of milk, clad in immaculate silk, -- I should really get that stain out of my clothes, Right after I write writes to get the wife outta her robes, I’m out of control! According to what the seraphim sing, But I’ve learned to detest ‘men’, who can feather their wings, …Elegant rings from a Peking Bell Do not match the fiendish knell Telling all in earshot a heathen’s fell, as if he’s seeking Hell, Man, I miss the earthly charms where my verse would spawn Artful nursery songs to put coins of worth in palms, Back when I could bear the throngs Of people aligned right…when they veer from wrong, That’s virtually gone, I’m thirty one Years past my prime, with Time nearly on The borrowed clock, Do I give a fuck what tomorrow’s got? Hit repeat. The playlist’s Illmatic, It ain’t hard to tell I’m imbalanced; …distracted, still placid, impassive, A TV shrieks with Sgt. Drill tactics, Fuck yo…don’t need that noise stealing poise, Conversing with an alter ego in my reading voice Over a nightcap, the site’s sad, he’s quite mad; His wires seem a little loose, & smiles show a gap all up in his middle tooth, Riddle-proof, I’m sure his image spoofs This guy I think I thought I saw, In a sort of awe I find all the more Reason to keep speaking…. ’ALL ABOARD!’ - On second thoughts, Stop that train, I’m leaving.