Rhyming Simon the refugee…..
A romance that is completely
Secure emotionally
From living our dangerous lives
To end, vanquish, what exists in a fire
The Wartime Prayers
Of a perpetual fire
The family line of this perpetual abuse,
Of owning our time
The rubble, the refuge
I reckon an owning time
To charge the one
With the fucking brother left
For a dime.
That one trick of another mother is no longer mine.
Here now went Rhyming Simon
Still doing over time
The things he finally said,
He put forth what this world
Went to sleep for.
An old romance from another time.
From the perpetual abuse
From those girls in Puerto Rico
From his boy and his troops
Now where in this world do we go?
The exchange of love for an ego?
The one trick roll of the Negro
A tribute with a smile, to the powers that do know.
Let me tell you, boy,
You better rhyme
Better rhyme with another Amigo.
Burrito lady times,
Armchair Devils sitting time
What does this world still need,
But another Mandego!
It may be time to review
Your informative view.
What point in time
Do we need another rhyme?
Excuse me brother, but I’ll take another, too!
Save the romance of a past life’s plan
Save the Earth from divorce.
Tell her she said to us up in Heaven
Oh man, it could’ve been worse.
Never addicted, a woman evicted
From the soil of this Earth
A father who once was a walking wound
Found her and gave to her birth.
Our child does rewind
For life they are hard wired
Don’t you see, your Pop and your Mommy
Were understandably tired.
A deep romance
For they took their chance
Deeply in love
And inspired,
By you, by you
Little mother, my son
Have grown in a Graceland of fire
Grown from grace of his own
And loves his daddy with ownership
And writes his mother a poem.
And the rhyming refugee
Walks back to Galilee
Finally, finally admired
Finally from us did he flee
He climbed up to
The nasty fellow upstairs with affairs
That loving creator of me and you,
And the holy world of despairs
Late in the evening
Oh, that father’s not deceiving
With another rhyme
That Will only, that will only
Keep us beatin
Down the tune
For the world we’re mistreatin
Oh nasty, oh nasty
The boy and his patsees
Keep singin and marchin
With the saints and go fartin
Until the young man,
Knee deep in the sand,
Prays and demands
That they are set free.
He recuses responsibility
As one of the three.
Empathy is Poetry 