POP CULTURE
I purchased a carry on
as I fly first class to just carry on
leaving the destitute of thug kids
And there “I’m so scary songs”
Barely strong, till you listen to a holy psalm?
I’m repugnant to live and love this…
as I reach my arrival to a destination..
Ironic, this time I wish I lost my luggage
The ‘dark circles’ of pop culture lay siege to my expression
my eyes glazed, attuned to commercialisms heed of my attention
From the seeds of an erection
to the linguistics of speech, theirs no perfection
the slang of southern Tang
white boys to praise
from cultural routes to false claims
by our brethrens,
popped pills to prick cops
style in stocks filled for what’s real, pop kills our hip hop
Photo finish with a still shot
the end of days, in a way we’ve diminished how we feel shocked
Peace and green trees, the bottom of the barrel,
Starbucks is the new cup of tea for our peril
No longer sterile
The end of our coat tails,
plunged in sullen trails of our broke jails
eloped males, to coke sales,
its all in perspective if our hopes failed
there’s the factors of the actors, chocolate dipped crackers,
impetuous rappers, Europe to pick new pastors,
pedophiles tempestuous winds to whirl faster
son to Mother nature, what to do in this world??
I wish I could ask her
I purchased a carry on
as I fly first class to just carry on
leaving the destitute of thug kids
And there “I’m so scary songs”
Barely strong, till you listen to a holy psalm?
I’m repugnant to live and love this…
as I reach my arrival to a destination..
Ironic, this time I wish I lost my luggage
From all the known people, love and the grown evil
I see were all equal, like the lumber from Lowes to Home Depot
broke and repo’d, unpaid debts leads to weak souls
GDP to reach its apex, but I still speak ‘gross’
Government mosquito ‘s, to eat most
corporate America with a 30 min break
no significant stakes,
just coupons for Quiznos Mesquite toast
I’m derisive to the lifeless,
life is Hollywood with the right script
the roots of ya morals you might trip
Ice cube—are we done yet? Just like this…
shoes you wont scuff, tip toed reality you wont bluff
you just hold up, opinions that you Dredd, but ya don’t judge
who? He’s you, we should just own up,
fame, fortune, and fire power were all blown up
I’ll be old till my hope is gone,
the fountain of youth, couldn’t fill a moat or pond,
the world to go for broke and bomb,
the hopeless pawns,
dudes to females with a pedicure,
CEO’s look good to step on us, their secular
like their souls is gone
but they cant control this song, or the inferno of the temperature
I just hope you feel the heat like your coat is on
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Submission Name: Writing contest--Pop Culture
