Wednesday, January 5, 2011

NEW POETRY...ITS CALLED 2. THANX TOO MY BIG BROTHER ALLEN..ILL BE CURSING ALOT LESS. THANX G.

i can write without profanity as well allen dunbar!


2 by duseandunbar/ kingyoda/bishop g



YOUR HELPING
OR YOUR STOPPING ME,
IM A CHEF OF SORROW,
I SERVE HEAPING HELPINGS
OF APOLOGIES,
DEEPLY IGNORED\THEY SHALLOWLY
ACKNOWLEDGE ME,
GRADEWISE IN DRAMA
AND PROBLEMS...,
IM SCHOLARLY,
VALEDICTORIAN OF WORRYING
USED TOO BE BEST FRIENDS
WITH WASALU AND TAUREAN...
WHERE DID THE STORY END?
EMPTY FRIEND CUPS
ENEMIES POURING IN,
IM SO SORE
SEEKING STRENGTH TO BE RESTORED
TRYNA SOAR AGAIN,
NO APPLAUSE...
I HEAR THE SNORES AGAIN,
TRYNA LIVE ALL NET...
I HIT THE BACKBOARD AGAIN,
BASKETBALL METAPHORS
GET IGNORED AGAIN,
COPPED A BAG OF PHIL JACKSON
IM SNORTING ZEN,
WHEN AT THE RIM...
I BACK PEDDLE AND SHOOT A THREE,
BRING A BAT ON THE COURT
TOO MAKE THE GAME NEW FOR ME,
SURE ILL BE
THROWN OUT
AND PROBLY FINED,
THE CHOICE IS EITHER TRACE...
OR CREATE THE DESIGN,


NUMBER 2 PLEEEEZE!