
I
Pile
On
Words
Like
A
Stack
Of
Letters
In
Hope
They
May
Find
A
Way
To
Your
Heart
Viva la Rebellion
The following is a poem I wrote upon asking my followers to give me a word to make a rhyme out of. The word was paucity…
I’m out on my last stint
Doing that shit
That plausibly
Such an atrocity
I never met a fool
Who can do what I do
With audacity
And an apostrophe
I lit a fire up under my ass
And it burns
But it feels so good
Viva la hood
Every day is the same
I wake up wishing I hadn’t
And go to bed hoping I’ll never wake up
I get a little bit older
And a lotta more cold
This bitterness inside drags me to the floor
A baby fit tantrum that never seems to get old
I put a ball on my chain
Then kicked it through a wall
Now I’m stuck in the middle of yesterday and tomorrow
I don’t know how to quit buggin
I don’t know to have faith
We’ve been sent good weather
Tiny dancers flicker on the hills
The stage is ours to conquer
Leave no one sitting still
Let’s dance into moonlight
Make envious the sun
Devour all our enemies
We’ll finish when we’re done
I want to live
Not just exist
Trying to survive one day to the next I want to love
Impervious love
Not the kind of love that can’t stand it all