Some stuff that rhymes (intended viewing rez; 1162x864 or higher)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Weapons Of Choice

I talk with a stammer
walk softly and carry a sledgehammer but my weapons of choice are my pen and my voice

my wounds are still moist though and there's no time to rejoice
when the part-time-insurgent slash former-insurance-salesman just key'd your Rolls Royce cuz your fuckin' system failed 'em

prepare to be greeted
shut up and remain seated
the following announcements will not be repeated

at times a tad pretentious
the mad apprentice that rhymes is yet to be defeated

two questions for every answer
emotions wrapped in poetry
I've spoken to the oceans and god is a belly dancer

we met once on a notion and she told me the cure for cancer but i couldn't make the potion cuz i didn't understand her

maybe it was all a dream or maybe i'm just full o' shit
but things are not quite what they seem
of this i know
I'm sure of it.
~Longshaft

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