Live: A Spoken Poem

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Live

your love is a tinderbox

is a fuck you and a no thank you

here's your two bucks

oh trippin'

your gown's slippin'

here why don't I

fuck you and no thank you

I'm all me and I'm not you

no thank you

I'm here now and it's all good

and it's 

Wal-Mart hittin'

stacked jeans rippin'

skippin' down the Milky Way

'cause fuck you and all your sailors

slip slippin' in my shoes trip trippin' down the

hello, that's my ass mother fucker

step off

before I rip it off

so hat's off

to the ringmaster rock blaster hip hop dance master

'cause I'm rollin'

this bitch is over it

was this shit worth it

'cause ain't nobody get it

wanna face their face here in this mirror

see what they don't wanna see

right bitches wrong switches dick hitches bad stitches

yeah, wher' e'rybody at when you need em'

hideaway dark spaces dark places

stringin' up string laces

chewin' on Twizz laces

rockin' to

yeah, that's me

here, there, everywhere

but don't nobody wanna see

me
there

in their face

watch my place

fuck you and fuck my haters

'cause I ain't done with you

'cause all y'all 'r worth it

yeah baby

ass rippin'

soul trippin'

heart slippin'

it's not about

diamonds on the back street

kitty in the front

lickin' rings and sick pricks

let me tell you all hope isn't lost

'cause you're a

M6 fighter jet backin' up somethin' better yet

so stay strong

tell them bad bitches and prick switches

to back the fuck up off ya'

'cause you're a fuckin' miracle

take that wonderful and run

'cause at the finish line is your life

there for the takin'

so take it

and live it

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The title: Live, is the verb live, rather than the adjective live bait or the adverb feed live.

This poem is a spoken poem... a lyrical rap. So... its expression fluctuates vis a vis crucibles of hearts and souls... every time it's vocalized. So... feel free to express yourself... as you so wish... and transform this poem into your anthem for life reclaimed, life anew.

Lastly... every word serves an extant purpose. Though at times overtly obscure and kaleidoscopic... every word conveys meanings and messages that prevail autonomously sovereign from the contempt, ridicule, disparagement of the blind, the inept, the divergent.

Needless to say... I enjoyed composing this piece, very much. It's a requiem for hope lost... it's an orison for hope reclaimed.

Warmly,

- M.