Personification.

 
A brilliant career we had calved,  
The places master and I roamed.

Memories... are all that I have,  
While wedged between brothers I’ve known.  
 
The years have not gone very well  
Since master’s fortunes have all flown.  
 
He looks for answers from the shelves,  
His’try, as books like me have shown  
 
Is bound to repeat, as he delves,  
He prays that his luck will come home.  
 
There’s ‘neigh can be done by the elves,  
On pages, words written in stone.  
 
Though hundreds of me by ourselves,  
Both master and I stand alone.

Punk/Thrash Metal/Rap


Too much interference. There's static in my head.
You will feel all my pain. Can you feel the coming dread?  
Read between the lines as my middle fingers bleed.  
Back away before you die, you better take heed.  
  
-No time for patience...No time for peace.  
-No time for kindness...Your life is on lease.  
-No time for love...No time for tweats.  
-No time for passion and I got no time for creeps.  
   
So, you say your life's unfair. Well, who the fuck cares?  
You drift into my mind deranged, you'll see my fangs bared.  
And, cross your path with mine you better look the other way.  
'Cause since I hit the street it's been another fucked-up day.  
   
-Don't care about no color...Don't care about your views.  
-Don't care for you glances, so I'll beat you black and blue.  
-Don't you understand you're nothin'? Is your brain so fuckin' crip?  
-Don't care about your 'dis, so eat you own shit.  
   
We be...tossed and lost and smokin' dope, watching shit TV.  
So brainwashed in our daily rote, survival is our creed.  
But, once you had some-somethin' and be takin' from your pound,  
the loss is boss and fuck-you too, it's gone to feed the hounds.  
   
-There's nothin' left for you...There's nothin' left but more.  
-They chew you up and spit you out, those weasely fuckin' whores.  
-They look at us as sheep in the lair of all 'Dem creeps.  
-So when they out and come about it's all about the leash.  
   
Now, I've caught this fuckin' flu from this sick society.  
'Cause the State of Normalcy is all idiocracy.  
The point of no return is dead and now is buried deep.  
'Cause 'Dem fuckin' politicians sown what we all must eat.  
   
-Nothin' makes no sense, no more, especially in D.C.  
-Nothin' is our hope as creeps dine and sip their tea.  
-Nothin' seems to matter...Nothin' do they share.  
-Nothin' gonna come our way, you better be aware.  
-No time for patience...Always time for war.  
-No time for kindness...Look at all the gore.  
-No time for love...No time for tweats.  
-No time for passion. It's time to beat the Creeps.

It was your dad, the reason why
We both exist still to this day.
I always saw you, wee small fry,
Your tiny hands to grasp & play.
 
As you became a graceful she
The years that took him to the fringe.
And then I saw as plain could be,
He had an angel care for him.
 
Like of the tree where I came from,
There is a purpose meant for me.
And as when you fell, a spring plum,
But not how it was meant to be.
 
I’ve never let you see me cry,
Not since the day you can’t recall.
He didn’t know in all that while
How hurt you had been from that fall.
 
Remember when he switched the canes?
Yours was pretty, I had strength & brains.
He gave me to you ‘cause he saw
We two would help each other walk,
 
That’s how he knew when we would talk.
‘Cause even though he hadn’t long,
You needed me to make you strong,
To be there for him, not a clock.
 
I’m glad you always keep me near
So even as you sleep I hear
His voice, that grand ol’ carpenter,
Reminding me, ‘Take care of her’.