Announcing the release of my first slam poem "Name Games". The theme is to comment on the superficial nature of society and how it continues to brew more and more ignorance. Since I choose to be an organic human, not an obsequious idiot, 9 out of 10 people I come across think they have a right to micromanage and patronize me. As if I'm the misguided and confused one.
If the shoe fits, wear it. But I can't get my foot in, because it's a baby shoe.
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Lyrics:
Yo I played too dead, they went and put me in a coffin
But chopping up liver’s a task I simply can’t tackle
So call your name on a role, or call you on a phone
It doesn’t really matter so long as your response is socially acceptable
But what’s a hunter to do when he becomes the beast he seeks?
I suppose turn the staged self into the one behind the scenes
So from that 2-legged bear getting mauled by a sofa,
To the messenger shot for taking matters into his own hands
I’ll keep an eraser in my back pocket for the human activity
So I can become an obsequious drone with no semblance of autonomy
Yo, I’m just a shell of a man, trapped around a yolk
That chip on my shoulder has graduated into a boulder
That serpent in my heart’s slithered down to my ring finger
So put your name on a paper, or a tag on your collar
it don’t matter so long as the ownership is superficially plausible
But I’m sweating silver bullets to keep the humidity humble
So from the detrimental perfectionism oiling up my train of thought
To the beauty taunted over me I’m yearning to snatch up
I’ll keep a cradle in my grave to counteract the old soul stamina
And a temperature gauge in my mouth, to measure the freezing empathy
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