Please allow leeway for me to share my forte
I wont feed you hearsay, just offer up wordplay
You want to feed your brain, I'd like to take a crack
Give your mind a little snack, with a rhyming stack
Hit you up with a poem of the rhyming type
To motivate your mentals, get your ideas ripe
Let your intellect reflect on the thoughts I share
But you might like it too much, so please be aware
I like to start from scratch, and come up with a batch
of words that mix and match, to see what ideas Hatch
It's like the Flick of a switch, a cognitive twitch
a kind of itch only eased, by the words I stitch
Like a lyrical weave, of poetic knitwear
just using words and ideas, instead of mohair
"Rhyming poetry's lame" some people like to gripe
They think it's too simplistic so they take a swipe
But I believe rhyming doesn't deserve the flack,
and those with less talent are the ones who attack
Anyway, without delay, let me just relay
I plan to rhyme and keep rhyming, a bit each day
A crime was witnessed
Witnessed by a descendant
descendant in hiding
hiding from the defendant
How we are with our friends, can tell us a lot
about if we are, actually, a good friend or not.
Can we really be relied on, are we likely to bounce?
Are we closer than a brother, are we gone when it counts?
Do you notice halitosis when your good friend speaks?
Do you tell what you smell or just accept it reeks?
If your friend is cheating on their other do you say "It's ok!"?
Or do you challenge them and say to them "that's not the way!
Do you call up your old friends and say "how you doing?"
Or do you say "They haven't called me", and sit there brewing?
Can your friends call you up in their moment of need?
Or are you only looking out for your personal greed?
Can you sacrifice yourself and put your good friend first?
Or keep the water to yourself and leave them dying of thirst?
Would you let the flow show? Ladies you know what I'm saying.
Would you tell your friend about it or just leave it displaying?
And guys, if your friend is acting like a genuine fool,
Do you tell him "sort it out bruv, it's just not cool!"?
Are you the kind of broken person who refuses to mend?
Are you merely an acquaintance, or truly a friend?
They look to the future
future things seem so clear
clear now things are different
different future is here
Ok, tell me something please, did something die?
What's the reason, a tear is forming in my eye?
Somebody help me please, am I the only one?
It smells like cabbage left to rot, in the midday sun.
That thing smells so thick, it's got a physical weight
That person must be sick, their bowels must be a state.
I have to value every breath, taking care not to waste it
It really smells like death, I'm taking care not to taste it.
Come on now, I think your innards need some time to heal
It was silent, but so violent it's actual terror I feel.
Someone needs to check if there's a chemical spill.
Is it safe to venture out or do we Shoot to Kill
Tell my family I love them if I don't pull through
When they ask how it happened just say "toxic poo"
Look up to the sky, say "why God why,
did you choose such a stench, for a guy to die?"
Now my mind is all cloudy, I can't see straight.
Somebody's dodgy inner workings, have sealed my fate.
Is it a human or an animal? I just can't tell
But can someone please tell me? What is that smell?
I'll take on the challenge
Challenge everyone here
Here I go boldly
Boldly fighting the fear
Sometimes life hits you, and hits you hard
Sometimes it really is a trauma, that leaves you scarred
Once in a while you feel the pressure like you're fit to bust
Once in a while your hopes and dreams feel like nothing but Dust
On occasion, you wonder if all hope is lost
On occasion, you look at life and count the cost
Now and then you ask yourself how you're going to cope
Now and then you take a breath and start to feel some hope
Repeatedly you question, your powers that be
Repeatedly you ask "when will I be free?"
On a regular basis, you feel nothing but strain
On a regular basis, you just roll with the pain
Periodically you feel a bit of strength to fight
Periodically solutions, come into sight
Usually you grit your teeth and just keep going
Usually you keep a face of bravery showing
Often you're ready for the struggle, you keep yourself braced
Often reminded of the trouble, and problems you've faced
Constantly dig deep, and refuse to hide
Constantly call on Who, you have inside.
The truth on my mind
what I very often find
is life is a bind
Ok, tell me something please, did something die?
What's the reason, a tear is forming in my eye?
Somebody help me please, am I the only one?
It smells like cabbage left to rot, in the midday sun.
That thing smells so thick, it's got a physical weight
That person must be sick, their bowels must be a state.
I have to value every breath, taking care not to waste it
It really smells like death, I'm taking care not to taste it.
Come on now, I think your innards need some time to heal
It was silent, but so violent it's actual terror I feel.
Someone needs to check if there's a chemical spill.
Is it safe to venture out or do we Shoot to Kill
Tell my family I love them if I don't pull through
When they ask how it happened just say "toxic poo"
Look up to the sky, say "why God why,
did you choose such a stench, for a guy to die?"
Now my mind is all cloudy, I can't see straight.
Somebody's dodgy inner workings, have sealed my fate.
Is it a human or an animal? I just can't tell
But can someone please tell me? What is that smell?
Green, filled with power
Power fuelled by rage
rage brings out the green
green so hard to cage