Streetwise – Wordle Rap – July 28, 2015

clown and dog

streetwise
what do you know
of ganglion gangs
in the metro
dressed in rags
implosive creatures
creepy
delinquent forms
from that charnel house
called art school ..
extending
their geometric
doodles
outside the brackets
of the art racket
nearing the heights
of a cheap hell
or life
!

depends on your point of view
you can swoon
or croon
maybe you just ignore
that cryptic gore
denouncing
or renouncing
this modern world
of zombies
that walk down the streets
greeting whomever they meet
you’d think they were alive
until you realize
their eyes are dead …
money honey
is their only desire
it set their minds on fire
ate out their soul
’til nothing was left
!

streetwise
or otherwise
wall street vampires
have wrapped their ganglion tendrils
around your mind
have bought your soul
until you just don’t know
what life is
unless it has a price tag –
and everybody whispers:
happiness
is a big gun ….

© G.s.k. ‘15

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #71 “July 27, 2015″

1. Streetwise, 2. Ganglion (a mass of nerve tissue existing outside the central nervous system, Pathology: a cyst or enlargement in connection with the sheath of a tendon, usually at the wrist. a center of intellectual or industrial force, activity, etc.) 3. Rags, 4. Bracket 5. Implosive 6. Creepy 7. Delinquent 8. Geometric 9. Cheap 10. Near 11. Charnel (a repository for dead bodies) 12. Extend

Thursday Poetry Prompt #18: That’s a RAP

For We Drink Because We’re Poets
Prompt: Test your punchline prowess!

Well, I tried to follow the prompt, I went to how to sites to see how to write a “proper” rap poem, and I discovered that I can’t write in that structure.  I threw two poems out in disgust, so I just do what I always do when ranting in rhyme…my variation of rap…acceptable or not, if you say rap to me, and want me to write it, this is what comes out.

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I ain’t got no degree in po-e-try
I’m no po-et laur-e-ate
don’t know if my rhymes
are 19, 12, or 16 bars
can’t write rap with all that crap
ain’t a snap to write under
structure pressure.
Maybe,
that is how you mess a-round
making something fine and fluid
into a cement tomb
without no womb…dead
’cause it’s shit from your head
no soul no rhythm
just rules, to ruse a-ca-demics
into acceptin’
what they look down
their haunty noses on…
so if this here song,
is ac-cept-a-ble,
then I’ve writ-ten
rap for a prompt
and you all can chant and stomp
but if you want somethin’ else
I just say,
fuck you,
’cause I did this and this is my rhyme
a street renga
maybe
half of the time,
playing with words, statin’ my case
without no special rhyming base…
so, brotha’ and sista’ you tell me
is this a rap rhyme
or just free verse…
but Bastet’ll be cursed
first
before she’ll
rewrite it into 16 bar verse.

ok?

Politically Correct

Daily Prompt: P.C.

Is political correctness a useful concept, or does it stifle honest discussion? 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us USEFUL.

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Politically Correct

The moral censors
would have you think
that by changing
your
language
you’ll overcome
your prejudice
but
you’ll find
a new censor’s faction
not worried
now
about
nudity or sex
(well not much)
but your speech
searching you out
to see
if you say the proper
words
so as not to offend:
the foreigners,
the farmers,
the handicapped,
the homosexuals,
women
men
blacks, whites greens, yellows
and country fowl!
Plain spoken speech
replaced by
new speak
permitting
the grammar Gestapo
to do his duty:
snuff out your
fire
with convoluted
ridiculous
Fluff!

What would be more useful
is an inner change
not a new Moralizing
word game
that superficially
tries to hide
the pettiness
of clods with
feelings of superiority.