Poetry is lame and has no place in modern life.
The reason?
Who wants to hang around a poet?
(But with a beat)
Yea, put it to a beat and it’s digestible, but in the larger scale?
Why care?
Nothing pure about you or what you do,
Because we can tell why you do what you do.
And it’s lame.
Dumpster juice.
Garbage sauce.
People have developed smell and you can smell what people are about..
I get tired.
Ears get tired.
Nose.
Mouth.
(Bones)
Bones get sore, muscles get tired.
(Stretching helps)
It does..
Slap yourself in the face a few times and get ready for another week of it.
Brace up.
Buck up.
Don’t let em know, don’t let em smell you..
There’s the Low and the High.
Whichever one you’re in, you can’t give it away..
No poetry.
No subtlety or imagery.
(Only survival)
Only.
Only the will to survive.
And if you’re able to pick your battles, then you’re also able to pick your time.
Rest, recover, rejuvenate, recoil,
All that stuff.
Refresh…
(this calls for a big ole dose of melatonin)
A big one.
Pill and a half.
1.5 mg.
That oughta do it.
dawn 