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Penemue
They say, of us poets
We're a quirky bunch
Always got a notebook
Jotting shit down
I've heard, Poets live to write
The smell of lead and ink
Gives them a high
She said, she fell in love
With a poet hopelessly and couldn’t understand
Why he wrote obsessively
Yet his feelings,
He never shred
He said,
I heard a poetess spit
She hit me with some of that
erotic shit
Her voice was sultry, word play was sick
Had him visualizing after every line she dropped
Left the club that night
Holding his swollen cock
They say, we poets
Keep our shit to ourselves
We are private
with
Our thoughts
We don’t know how to express using ourselves
I’ve even heard, that sometimes
We’re too blunt we don’t consider people’s feelings”
(Insert eye roll)
When making our point
I say, we poets
Are the proverbial truth
We express the oppression
That gets misconstrued
We speak for the voiceless
We cry for the sins
We show the world
What they try to hide
Within
We poets are the
Penemue
Teachers of the old text
We rewrite history
The desire to scribe is innate
and
I say, what they say of poets…
Ain’t nothing but hate
We're a quirky bunch
Always got a notebook
Jotting shit down
I've heard, Poets live to write
The smell of lead and ink
Gives them a high
She said, she fell in love
With a poet hopelessly and couldn’t understand
Why he wrote obsessively
Yet his feelings,
He never shred
He said,
I heard a poetess spit
She hit me with some of that
erotic shit
Her voice was sultry, word play was sick
Had him visualizing after every line she dropped
Left the club that night
Holding his swollen cock
They say, we poets
Keep our shit to ourselves
We are private
with
Our thoughts
We don’t know how to express using ourselves
I’ve even heard, that sometimes
We’re too blunt we don’t consider people’s feelings”
(Insert eye roll)
When making our point
I say, we poets
Are the proverbial truth
We express the oppression
That gets misconstrued
We speak for the voiceless
We cry for the sins
We show the world
What they try to hide
Within
We poets are the
Penemue
Teachers of the old text
We rewrite history
The desire to scribe is innate
and
I say, what they say of poets…
Ain’t nothing but hate
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