Plaster Jokes

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A poem I wrote after listening to some cool rap beats, and then ended up with these lyrics. They read off kinda like a stream-of-conscience thing, so, I'm just gonna go with that ;) Anyway, I kinda think of it as song lyrics to maybe a rap or something and like a beat, but I'm not sure, it can be treated as poetry if you wish. Anyway, as always, I just hope you all enjoy it and leave any feedback/comments, I really appreciate those! Enjoy :D

Submitted: June 14, 2011

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Plaster Jokes


Like smoke my words rise up

Like jokes my words are laughed at

Like,


I'm scared of death

Cause I haven't gotten my shit done yet


Therefore I fear the reaper and pay the seer

Through fog and flames I chase a mirror

To reflect my future in a reasonable way

So that I know and prepare for when it arrives, my death day


So, uh,


Some fuckers try to cut the grass when it don't need to be cut

Yo, and that's the lesson, not new medicine, still the old stuff

You still busting heads like you riding the old junk

Girl, still packing heat, only in your dream's stunk


Yeah, wash the sheets and clean out that black gunk

So, so I can eat the fish in frustration in my mud hut

Built out of that punkbitch's bones and guts

Let my mind take a sip, then I'll relay it back to the front

Only then will you realize, ha, we are all fucked


Like,


Monocles you can't see through so I'm blind in one eye

Doesn't stop the pain cause this morphine is wasting my worthless time

Damn it all, let grab me your titties and be flabbergasted

That Teddy's big stick don't exactly cross my mind


I'm a thug only to the Valentine's companies

Cause I don't buy their shit or go to parades

I'm a criminal only to corrupt authority

Cause I don't obey fucked up, dipshit charades

Yeah, two words? Let me guess


Like,


I'm scared of death

Cause I haven't gotten my shit done yet


Therefore I fear the reaper and pay the seer

Through fog and flames I chase a mirror

To reflect my future in a reasonable way

So that I know and prepare for when it arrives, my death day


So, uh,


Wrap it up and call it homey, it'll fit perfect right beside my bedside table

Made of jasper sable and emerald ash, whatever the fuck pleases me,

Golden flesh or diamond ass—wipe, don't let that crud linger

Beware of the ignorant, ha, they're slow stingers


But be aware of the honey, it's never tasted sweeter

Than the beater, cheater who punched rules and was like, “neither”

So, are you a believer? In the supernatural, world domination

Illuminati leader who we be in need for, pack the packages

Who the fuck are these for?


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What the fuck may cross my thoughts but my conscience remains

Wait, no, strike that, I'm still on the nerve of complaining

I'm still going, “what the fuck” at the needles

I said a picture of the feeder, you dumbfucks don't know either


So whose hand do I have to bite before anyone realizes

Hey, maybe we should paint a picture, you know to get famous

But, you're too late, this ain't the 70's bub, the porn industry's too tame for this,

They're to lame to try this, too dull for me to work the fields like Seamus

Butter, it's all natural plastic and boil oil pimple blot stutter


Like,


I'm scared of death

Cause I haven't gotten my shit done yet


Therefore I fear the reaper and pay the seer

Through fog and flames I chase a mirror

To reflect my future in a reasonable way

So that I know and prepare for when it arrives, my death day


All dressed in mahogany, them fools light the torches

Ha, fuck your horses, I'm riding out on a headless dorsal

Coughing up pasta fresca, ha, a real joker

You make me laugh now, even when I'm not on this earth any longer

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