blues music ireland
Poem… Musical?
Street poet inspired, by Ireland and rap,
act like you know a combination like that.
Critics’ mouths run, and I smell crap.
Thoughts so quick, they come in fits, like epileptics.
Shut your mouth, before you overflow the septics.
My style just works, don’t be skeptical.
You can’t see? Better grab your spectacles.
I laugh, you can like it or lick my test****.
While my rhyme scheme, remains respectable,
I remain hungry.
The thought of dying, to me, had always been funny.
Until, my friend was shot dead for shoes,
Rest In Peace, man, I can’t stay away from “Blues”.
loving thoughts, with flowing brews, this poem’s for you.
I’ll see you at the crossroads, when I get the cue.
There should be music, set to you,
me beatboxing, you freestyling,
us street-boxing, but we were into smiling,
hanging out, just Black & Milding.
You didn’t call me white, you said I was Mild.
Peacefully rest, man, you know.. “Life is wild.”
I hope you’re there, when my number’s dialed.
this was a good poem i enjoyed reading it keep up the good work…♥
Still got the blues (Gary moore cover)
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