The Reality Line
by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
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There's a thin line between love and hate, even reality and fate.
The reality line
I don't own it
it's not all mine
It belongs to everyone
you can't minus none
Then again maybe we can subtract
those fools playing their bullchit act
Pretending like they're in touch
when actually they're missing too much
Exactly reality as such
using the blame game as a crutch
Earth calling the looney tune
can you return from mars or the moon
will you be landing soon
Get your azz back down here
you freaking buffoon
Daddy fathered eight kids
then screwed around with our heads
Never did one single thing
heck we never even heard the phone ring
What freaking phone
when I was a kid we almost had nothing
Momma never made the fool pay
any child support
He never spent a day in court
We ended up suffering as a resort
Try to bond with the fool
he became a bad sport
Momma had a stupid explanation
heck until this day I haven't figured
the crazy messed up situation
Back to the reality line
which seems to be a fantasy in
some peoples mind
The reality line is a whole great
big world full of danger
and it will treat you like a stranger
Even baby Jesus was born in
a barn lying in a manger
grew up and had to escape pharoahs
Eventually he got hung on a cross
Pharoah strutted his azz around
still trying to act dignified
Even some of Jesus' followers lied
As modern men we have to digest
all the past bullchit this crazy world applied
Lord knows I've tried
until my brains almost been fried
However as of this date and time
my no give crap attitude does sublime
Call it what you want
cause I no longer don't
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|well penned bit of your story-good for you, you rose above what you were given as a kid|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|I Don't Believe YOUR Dead Beat Daddy Beat You To Death,i.e. MY Bastard Daddy Did!
If You Have Scars In Your Mine -My Are On My Body & In My Mind!
Count Your Blessings One Poet----While You Still Can!
I Am Realist Not Idealist...
|Reviewed by Lew Duffey
|A lot of hurt showing here but then we all have some of that
Beautifully put together.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A gem of a story/poem ~
I'm awfully sorry you went through all of that, though.
I wish you much success OPG,
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|I never forget I'm the son
of a deadbeat daddy
who never fathered steady
He left all his land to a cousin
knowing he had children that
equalled almost a dozen
He left all his kids a dollar
it made me so mad I could holler
Again I felt all screwed
but my hate will not be renewed
Had by a deadbeat dad
but I've learn to appreciate
remain happy and not be all sad
This is part of my reality line
but regardless I'm doing just fine
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
Great piece about life. You tell it so well in your very unique way. Fantastic write, dear friend.