this is a divine
story
not one
based on glory
it doesn’t
start out furry
and, yes,
you should worry
it’s created
to screw with you
like everyone
will always do
it’s my
one-two punch
like a long,
liquid lunch
it’s time for
me to crunch
yes, that
means it’s crunch time
it’s
absolutely the end of the line
it came without
any sign
nor any look
of remorse
I’m teaching
a new course
one on
relentlessness
come take
notes from the best
people say
that I’m a mess
so they’re
all under arrest
for conspiring
a conspiracy
don’t try to
pretend to be
deep because
you’re superficial
all of you
are vegetables
now, where’s
my beef?
I know you’re
just a thief
who stole my
freestyle from me
every word
that you read
smokes like it’s
Kush weed
but it was
really meant to feed
everyone who
has a need
the
destitute, sick and hungry
that Kush
was a gift from me
therefore, it
was all free
why’d you
take it from me?
did you
think I’d do nothing?
when you took
the only thing
keeping me
from harming
all the fucktards
like you
now all I
have to do
is think of
ways to screw
each one of
you, my enemies
you all mean
nothing to me
no value in
any of you
not one of
you are my muse
but you all
will be amused
when I make some
shit stew
taking pieces
from you
cook them up
in a pot
you can like
it or not
maybe I’ll
just let you rot
feed you to
the vulchers
just because
you use coasters
doesn’t give
you any culture
you’re just
a fucking square
stuck inside
my cross-hair
never could
I care
and, yes, I
would fucking dare
I watch the
people stare
as each one
of you drop
no one will
try to stop
as I work my
way to the top
making a massacre
collogue
it started
with burning bras
the big-boy
club took pause
hear the thud
from their jaws
slamming on
the ground
it’s a very
amazing sound
for those of
you not around
don’t worry
it’s on YouTube
now all of
them are screwed
nothing gets
missed these days
there’s
never time to rephrase
what’s done
is done, press play
now the
world can be amazed
worthless
fucks, watch what you say
I didn’t
come to play
looks like I’m
here to stay
so hit your
knees and pray
it’s time
for the rebellion
I’m starting
it with my pen
amassing many
Benjamins
from millions
of real men,
and women
with children
fed up with
the injustice
like poverty,
homelessness,
and all the
curable sickness
it never
should have come to this
there
shouldn’t be a cost for bliss
won’t stop
until the whole world’s pissed
ignorance
will increase your risk
arrogance
puts you on the list
casualties
that won’t be missed
nothing
changes if we don’t resist
they’re
outnumbered, so make a fist
funny how
they were the ones
who wanted
all the rights for guns
ready to “stand
their ground”
with no
conscience to be found
the greedy
pricks were bound
to be six
feet in the ground
when Karma
came back around
not one of
them will be found
all we’ll
hear is the sound
of victory
throughout the land
cheering for
the common man
grateful for
the defeat
of the
outnumbered, extinct elite
securing a
quality of life
for your
husband or your wife
so long as
the earth lives on
which won’t
be for very long
still, we
should be celebrating
it could’ve
been more devastating
at least
there’s an understanding
that we are
all human beings
no one more
or less deserving
of the necessities
for living
everyone of
us are owning
responsibility
for the earth’s dying
there’s no
harm in trying
to keep Her
from devolving
it may be
too late, they say
but we’re
going to try anyway
otherwise it
would’ve been a waste
to come so
far as a human race
it’s never
too little or too late
it’s better
to go out in such a way
being better
off than yesterday
having
overthrown famine and greed
we may as
well die planting the seed
for Her
rebirth to be all it can be
creating a better
humanity
©July 10,
2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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