Return of the living dead, I see drug dealers in shorts,
Staying clean myself thank you, never done the snorts.
I've got rhymes, no ghost-writers, why would I cheat?
Life's choices are a gamble, stop beating your meat.
I studied all the rap cyphers, don't chase pied pipers,
Spotted some serpent symbolism on red Dodge Vipers.
Hammering metal, creating a battle-axe of pure might,
Chopping off dark claws who want to stop me doing right.
Crescent moon's and eclipses but the cheerleader couldn't be saved,
I dropped the pint glasses and bottles, while you went out and raved.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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I really like the bars in this poem Shaun the fit well and have good flow it gets a fave my friend
Much appreciated pal, like a rap I guess.
Most welcome Shaun
Good write SM. I thought this was gonna be about the re-showing of Neighbours on telly: Return of the living dead.... lol. Is Bouncer the dog in it still? The only non-wooden actor in it. lol.
Lol bouncer the dog.
He was in Neighbours about 100 years ago. lol.
Shaun, this comes charging out of the gate. There’s defiance, humor, recovery, and a whole lot of attitude packed into a relatively short space…definitely one with some teeth. Strong write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, more of a rap then a poem I guess.
Excellent.
Thanks pal.
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