welcome to the catwalk
toe up to dat chalk
we all tread our wears
but peel away the layers
sum of the plastic bubble?
hey I ain't here for no trouble
contrive and thrive
brain dead or alive
will it survive?
examining stress levels
from daily devils
come to naught
when divining afterthoughts
of undocumented terms
it don't make the worm squirm
instead make it up as you go along
you do it for a song
isn't nat what it's about?
it's all about clout
show biz wiz
because it isn't what it is
it's what it seems
take it to extremes
who would know?
even better for the flow?
going through life with eyes squinted
glasses rose tinted
doesn't sharpen the focus
bull shit hocus pocus
cuts down the scope
better than death on a rope?
what'd they say bout a blind squirrel?
you go girl
a squirrel. that's a rodent right?
words for a fight?
can a rat splat flat if
a tongue tyin acrobat?
now that's where it's at
with a baseball bat
roaches scamper cross my floor
you know what rhymes with floor
looking for crumbs
fucking dumb
don't misconstrue
a clue
2 for a dollar
shit's getting taller
ka ching
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 6, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn
Showing posts with label collusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label collusion. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Instructions on how to win a popularity contest
Labels:
clique,
collusion,
conformity,
creative writing,
deceit,
dishonesty,
disingenuous,
duplicity,
fake,
insecurity,
insincere,
ostracize,
plagiarism,
poetry,
robotic,
theft,
unoriginal,
writing
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Karma Collisions
turning sour
go glower
in prison tower
it's now or
never
sever the clever
don't matter whatever
distress
confess this mess
redress
duress
throw out the haze
the daze
of this maze
fill the page
full of rage
you find it sage?
to wit that writ
admit bullshit
cesspit!
if we we bleed
we seed
the need
do the deed
never heed
the read
it's greed
mislead
chicken feed
no center of gravity
within our depravity
kick back the flack
our brains they hack
it's worse than crack
drop dead
from dread of red
you'd rather be dead?
already been said
not gonna reprise ya
anesthesia amnesia
will seize ya
no one will please ya
until the truth frees ya
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 23, 2010
all rights reserved
Labels:
agenda,
alienation,
collusion,
conformity,
control,
creative writing,
disillusionment,
free speech,
freedom,
greed,
individuality,
indoctrination,
poetry,
politically correct,
propaganda,
rights,
spiritual,
truth
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