I watch Hollywood films, then listen to underground rap,
They're always taking God's name in vain, so just why is that?
Jesus Christ, God damn, a few moments into The Penguin,
Must really reside there, secular scenes from him, Satan,
People probably thinking Shaun haha your bloody crazy,
Nah, my mind is actually no longer lost or vividly hazy.
Ask all these new rappers about their butterfly tattoos,
Chequerboard in the flashy music video, drugs and booze.
I went back to sleep but the blinders are now fully off,
Speaking clearly and not under my breath with a cough.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2025 05:37
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That's another title I can't shay, except in a Shawn Connerysh accent. lol.
Hahah!
Our next poem will be - Understanding the Accent of Mr S. Connery. lol.
Hahah quality.
Excellent write
Thanks pal.
You're welcome
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