Open Poetry #34 |
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Dancing on a Jeweller |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Dancing on a jeweller's window man ain't got no rap Stealing all, taking you, ain't got no rap Living on the edge Cause my parents Got their edge Living on the rap Ain't not self cruise Missiles not my business honey Life's my business honey And I ain't crusing In my boat Cos the hard boards full of my float Cruising Big smell of the sea for me Yea On the feet, beat, mouth, deceit, power, blower, aching, stower, them feet for me and slowly I Hey man you alive, got a deal 9 to 5, over 50 where you been, age, your passed it, just beging And tell the world that we consider people past the age of 50 - had it But we are always led By our leaders Dave |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Interesting poem. But enjoyed the read. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
powerful ending! |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Thanks I was trying at my rap protest stuff. I'm afraid for me rap is parallel thinking without realising that most of the world is sequential thinking. Hammer it with a good beat and you arn't thinking of rap unless it is around a rug. Dave |
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