Share your verse or lack thereof here. It's been so long since the last time we indulged in rhyming and phat beatsies. It's also nigh-ween, and "Spooky" poems would be fairly fitting atm.
To get us started, here's some country song that I'm feeling pretty proud of:
I was walkin’ on home past the sign that said yield,
‘Cus when I was drivin’ I got threw past the windshield,
When a drunk driver turned the corner and stopped my car right there, yeah.
Bone was stickin’ out my leg an’ I was bleedin’ purty bad
But I knew it warn’t the worst pain that I ever had,
I jess kept on walkin’ and hoped that I’d keep drawin’ air, yeah.
‘Cause every cowboy has at least one sad song,
And thirty other fellas who can sing along,
See, that’s the thang, it ain’t jess guns an’ bang,
But Country Music’s also deep as heeeell.
When I got home my heart was a-racin’
‘Cus I was finally able to see my daughter’s face an’
It was hard not to be afraid when I saw the tears in her eye, yeah.
So I asked my wife, “Hon, did you get the result?”
She said “It’s a whole new stage of cancer, her organs are basically tumors.”
But li’l missy smiled as those red drops ran down her face and said “Don’t worry, Daddy, I can see Jesus!”
(CHORUS LOUDER. WITH YODELING.)
Then I got a call on the phone from the Banker man,
As the repo guy grabbed my daughter’s IV stand an’
The banker said, “You’re about to lose your house, yeah.”
Then my son went out to sell his fingers for crack,
And my baby girl said “OH GOD, EVERYTHING’S BLACK!”
She flatlined as she reached for her stuffed Mickey Mouse, yeah.
Then my wife said “I’ve got somethin’ to say,”
“I’ve cheated for 10 years, and your son came out with the gay,”
“And our cornfield was lost in a fire ten minutes ago, yeah.”
“And another thing, we needa talk about the dog,”
“His life is becoming one long painful slog,”
“We can’t afford to get him treatment for parvo anyway, yeah.”
(CHORUS WITH TEARS AND VOICE CRACKING)
Used to write poetry and songs a lot a year ago. Here's something crappy I wrote back then:
The fire did spread, and spread did the fire,
We danced as the flames grew higher.
Houses were ablaze and many died,
Whilst the children cried.
The flames cleansed us all,
Without them, further we'd fall.
The fire was long and wide,
We felt free, and nothing besides.
(I can't poetry for shit... but here goes nothing...)
Oh Nature! Oh nature!
Oh sweet Mother Nature!
Please take me back to where I belong!
Not in the concrete jungles,
Of London or Bristol!
But back home to the farm,
Where I shall not be harmed!
Oh Nature! Oh Nature!
Sometimes I dream of feisty red petals,
Or bright green fields of stinging nettles.
A bright golden path leads down to the river,
Where my mother once had delivered,
Amongst the timber wood trees,
And the animal feces,
A bouncing young girl was born,
Before riding off into the sunset,
With a majestic unicorn!
When I wake, I’m greeted with a stench,
So horrible, it killed off the French.
The city is filled with garbage and trash,
Not to mention the gas that gave me a rash.
A dirty man grumbles, ‘Hello’ when I buy stuff,
And a group of thugs tryin’ to look rough.
“Disgusting! Disgusting!” I cry!
To a friend, who turned out was bi.
“I’ve had it!” I scream,
Rage in my bloodstream.
I pack my suitcase ‘till it’s burstin’
And leave as I catch a dude jerkin’
I’ve had enough of the city,
That place was not pretty!
I catch a bus back to the country,
Before I realise, I’m sitting next to a junkie.
Eh. Why the fark not? Simi doesn't mind. I hope. :/
Probably should have waited until she got on...
If this gets edited, I will know xD
Fairy Tales Can’t Come True
Reality is always missing a wishing well
There are no mirrors to show and tell
No kisses to break awful spells
People are falling asleep.
All prince and princesses are fantasies
the witches are inside all cities
Their poison will wash away all memory
They kill the light and burn all the love
Its not a lie, our souls float above
All stars will shine, and then they’ll fall
Fairy tales can’t come true at all.
After midnight its just the same
Glass shoes won’t bring us fame
No one will take the blame
Everything is falling apart.
All tales are just waiting games
The falling rain makes them color stains
All the witches cast the spells
Where everyone stays dead forever
And skeletons come and pull the dead lever.