Rapping With Kevin
Reams of rhymed words
are not inspired speech
though it may have punch
when he starts up his screech
and cursing's just that
heavy handed meat
for the listener to chaw
while he witnesses defeat
of beauty by the beast
who's just in from the street.
If I carry a gun
yes that would be fun
to put the kick of my poem
to somebody's groin
and it doesn't matter
if his lines try to flatter
themselves by being couplets
or sestets or octaves or quatrains or triolets
he chants as he pleases
about his romance with violence
he chants to please
others with his dysease
To call it verse
(I won't call for a hearse)
To call it poetry
Well, that's a kind of adultery
The challenge is to rescue mankind from the grips of insanity
And that won't be done by extolling profanity
And praising murder and drive-by's and gangs
We need to get down to much better things
That language can do
To redeem this foul zoo
If x beats to a stanza will do it
Then I am exactly with you
Roy (Lynn)
[This message has been edited by Roy Carr (edited March 12, 2005).]
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