Yuh hear them raindrops?
Poppin static
Puts us lowly, exposed ones in a wild bustle
See them yuppies?
Unfolded ‘brellas like shields
Heads held high
N dry
While we attempt a futile dance
Out maneuverin the sky’s darts
And it aint flat-footin’
Call it the jitter walk
Ever tried? Course.
Yuh just jitter walk and gawk
At them idyllic, skippy-smilin’ yuppies
Heedless to our foolish performances
Got no peril beneath them ‘brellas
Got no heart
For us soaked, poor folk in bedlam
The inauspicious bunch
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now all this needs are some bongo drums in the background :P
at first... 2nd line poppin static, i read, "poopin static" and thought, hummm... weird. then read it again, Poppin static. and thought, "oh, that's a good poem"(pronounced poem)
hahaha
thats good man
i wish i wrote poopin now
haha it's great that you know what a yuppie is :)
that's the coolest poem I've ever read. Seriously, I'm not kidding at all, that's by far the best poem I've ever read.
Dang! thanks brotha man!
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