Fake Hip-Hop,
When will it stop?
Everything infiltrated,
I sure do hate it.
Good is now called bad?
Terrible praised as great?
Weaponized rhymes,
Forgetting great times.
Opinions muzzled and muted,
Messages absent or diluted.
Rewind the clock,
Toxicity won't seem to stop.
Butterfly tattoos,
They want you to lose.
No access granted,
Frequency gigantic.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2024 06:47
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I've no time for that rubbish - them I mean, not your poem! lol.
Your brain will turn to sawdust and pour out of your ears if you continue to focus on this stuff. It's ephemeral - here today gone tomorrow.
There are much more important things/issues/events in the world.....
I like your style; it's the subject matter....
I woke up at 5am pal and wrote it off the cuff, not too much thought was put into it really.
There you go - disturbed sleep - one of the first symptoms......!!
Symptoms of what? I wrote 5 poems then went back to sleep lol.
"Your brain will turn to sawdust......."
(Don't mind me - I'm just a repetitious old bugger.)
It's all good pal, don't worry I know some of my poems are out there at times. I've had a mental breakdown in 2020 but it won't happen again 😅. Poetry is like therapy with myself if that makes sense.
It does; I understand that - for some, with enough insight, a breakdown can make you mentally much stronger after.
Good luck and take care. 👍
Thanks pal, I'm all good now. Still a bit crazy probably haha!
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