Poetic Pharisee I see you up there With your raw nerves exposed Mixing big words into Your pretentious prose It can make you smugly Self satisfied if you let it But whats the point if Only two people get it It bounced off the walls And came back to you void Your lofty recitation Just sounds like noise To the common flesh And the untrained ear That you think youre above But I call them my peers You call it art For the educated few I write for the masses To reach them with truth Sure you sound pretty With emotional inflection But my words hold a mirror Of collective reflection Of all human souls I sew common threads While you spew elitist bile Over everyones heads Whens the last time you were Thanked for your relatability Or were you too busy burying Metaphors in incomprehensibility You think youre so smart But all that I see Is a pampered overeducated Poetic Pharisee You sport hipster conformity Like its your religion Yeah, Im a sore thumb But I paint a clear vision With my corny concept Of poetry that rhymes But at least I move hearts And stir souls with my lines You worship the abstract At your coffee shop alter I draw inspiration From my Abba Father So why do I slaughter you With poetic burn? I saw that look on your face When it was my turn With your nose twisted up Beneath your horn rimmed glasses You have an English degree But youre apparently classless You met my ideas With a know it all snivel Yet I nodded politely When you performed that drivel Im not one to get even I just go home And sharpen my tongue Till it cuts to the bone You speak in riddles And I speak whats true And oh, by the way Jesus loves you
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:40:04 +0000
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