Heavy duty load up on my mind
Need a carefree stroll to set them free
I could carry it out with a bottle of wine
Got a grain of blessing from the Mother divine
I did it all of them,out of my own pedigree
As i am,the written prodigy
Dont stare at me woman,i could rape your eyes
I'm quick at penetration,can read your thoughts
Wont push myself into the heinous crime
Though my song doesnt quite say that i'm sublime
Pretending is not always the sharp remedy
You are forgetting my woman,it is me-the written prodigy
The music heard was the tune from a detuned guitar
It had lost its melody due to rust
Dont put in much effort my dear audience
I'm just trying to rhyme it with the ambience
Dont you undermine my poetry-my necessity
Do i still remind you?that i-the written prodigy?
Prodigy is a blessing that's true
Not every lay man is one...........
I feel i'm beating my own drum
Good enough to make my verse look little handsome
Eh!it might be small-too fake for it to be a celebrity
But it is,as they say-child prodigy!
4 comments:
Someone left a comment saying i am disastrous at rhyming and that i should be in the company where people rhyme with 'art' and 'fart'..I didnt find it quite fruitful for me to publish that comment here as i am just a beginner.Like everyone,i accept the criticisms but dont want to publish it.So i said it myself.And i thought it was way too cheap a comment to be made on a work of literature.I am proud of my poetic justice.Anyways,thanks for all the comments.
i think u've written pretty well....congo...everything starts small....and frankly... u've written well.
as to the love of poetry
you have fared it well
justice is done by the view of the judge
you being the judge yourself
weigh your poems against your soul
and you will find the honor of the write
and see for yourself jusice being made..........go on friend !!!
u doing really good boy
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