Let me drop a few rhyme bars,
Laying them out like playing cards,
Listening to Tom Morello's guitars.
Kid's brains being sucked into a mobile phone,
Watch your steps while out on a short roam.
The riffs are making me want to spit some fire,
For lack of knowledge know some will expire.
My life changed fast and never asked for this,
I guess that understanding was my main wish.
The powers that be want us to have nothing,
Lies, never surprised, my jaw no longer dropping.
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Good write SM.
Cheers.
Nothing like a good guitar rift unless it is a poetic metaphor well imaged and rhymed. A nice tribute
Indeed and thank you!
Great write
Thanks pal.
You're welcome
Love Rage. Love Tom. Love this poem! Excellent, my friend! A fave from me, for sure! 🌹👏
Cheers pal!
Cheers!
You know that Tom guy?! heehee.
I saw him live once in Manchester haha.
keep playing, and keep writing
enjoying the latter, yet to hear the former..
Thank you.
always welcome. have a good day
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