18+ Be sure to not take this rant filled poem to personally, its just a thing. |
-Tell Em All Now- by Keaton Foster You Fools Are indeed About to be Schooled Taught Shown Forced So damn absurd You should know But of course In some obscure way You just don’t I’ll show you Free of charge No price No fee Charitable charity What a crock Everyone Most of men like me Want to get paid Hundred dollar bills Ya all I am just one madman Showing every other Join the club The benefits suck Compensation Mine as well be Constipation Now the prestige That’s what matters Becoming one of a club Of absolutely none Socially misplaced misfits Wearing paper mache hats To forest fires One spark could be life It could also be doom Most know But that does Nor should it Remotely stop them Such people stand in lines Around no one’s block They have come They have wished Those answers Desperately required They won’t Take it for granted Life is too precious So they turn To people whom Think life is anything But precious Examples are best Teachers devoid of regret Unafraid of meaning A poser for every season God so far above Has long since been Throwing burning bibles Down from Heaven You ain’t lived Until you’ve seen The good book Engulfed in flames Bounce off someone’s head Each time I see it happen I am quick to scream Right in the kisser baby God so far above would say Wake the fuck up If it wasn’t for the fact That such vulgar words Do nothing more than Without question drive away People on the fences Either they need to be shoved in Or to be told to do an about face They simply can’t just stand there Nor should they really want to Tell em all now Listen the fuck up Hear me or else Read every word penned Burn them in effigy Or call them Quintessential reality Damn near perfect symmetry Obtainable brilliance for the taking Whatever floats your wooden boat If you are the quintessential pessimist Whatever grounds your concrete airplane I care nothing of what it takes I only care that you find a way To take the smallest of oodle A micro chromatic parcel To be turned sideways And shoved right up your Posteriors derrierus… Tell Em All Now Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |