Give me them funky guitars,
Instrumental beats and bars.
Random rhymes rolling through my mind,
Sinners was overrated, critics are blind.
From the era when AI meant Allen Iverson,
Words are more powerful than any weapon.
World leaders pretending to be in conflict,
Doing the same hand signs, I've just seen it.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: June 24th, 2026 02:57
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Comments4
The playbook is open and the shuffle is on. Well written Shaun
Cheers!
Good write SM.
Thanks.
Shaun, this has the feel of somebody letting thoughts fly without worrying too much about where they'll land. Music, memories, cultural references, and skepticism all collide in a rapid-fire stream. Enjoyed this piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, I try to give all my worries to God.
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