Some of you dears and peers need to check your chit at the door and lighten up, you take poetry to serious. I'd rather express my anger in words than to go out and express it in the real world. One of you so called dears called me a nigger and there's one poet I know who feels it's alright to degrade everyone right out. I'm about sick and tired of all the bull chit and I'm going to express it. Don't like it then keep the f--k off my site.

Many sat back and judge us by our verse,
it's just part of the writing curse.
My writes are very controversal,
written almost without rehearsal.
In my versing,
I might start cursing.
I believe in expressing,
and won't leave your azz guessing.

Right up in my face,
some fool called  me a name in disgrace.
Pissed me the f--k off,
so my poetry didn't land soft.
When you're not a victim of the bullchit,
it's easy to sat back and judge it.

I was accused of versing violence and hate,
now I'm going to clean the slate.
When I was versing all about love,
some people still wanted to shove.
It's hard to win in any game,
for my poor judgement I'm the blame.

I'll take the heat,
and I'm man enough to keep my seat.
Some take versing to serious anyway,
I don't give ham what others say.
Preach what you won't,
or verse what you don't.

Who gives a ratz azz.

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