I found some OLD "poetry" from my formative years pre-everything! Thought I would share some to those who might find it interesting.
This one comes to you written on a piece of "Friendly tire Co." tablet paper all the way in Margate,FL. It has been folded in half (but not evenly) and appears to have been handled by an illiterate as there are 30+ cross offs ranging from front to back.
Let's see if we can make sense of it. It reads:
I don't have to verbally rhyme to compare
Don't try to make sense I got your protien strands on end
Don't try to flo like I cause you can't control the wind
My mic makes a whistle sound when my breathe goes throught the handle
Oh look, I found
Yet another word to join together in conjuction with the phrases and the clauses but in school I almost failed English My Brother!
I kept runnin' on sentences with words that don't rhyme at the end of the line blind
Maybe yes maybe no
Description of the optical. prescription lenses bro
Fences I climb then fences I erect 'em
Bust a seam on my jeans cause my lyrics are so fat your rectum better respect 'em, check 'em!
There is no written date but I will date this circa 1993.
I hope you enjoyed installment 1 of "I swear this made sense at one time!!"
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