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poetry ain't shit
all day I spit
lyrics and rhymes
about past and present times
government crimes
snitches dropping dimes
children with nothing to eat
crooked cops walking the beat
seniors with no healthcare
poverty and despair
I write about fears
inked in tears
throughout my years
of a hardened life
words that cut like a knife
we use
abuse
without understanding
or demanding
a better place
for the human race
but we just keep writing
verbally fighting
the ink has lost its edge
the sword sits on the ledge
stained with blood
caked with the mud
of those who died
while we cried
and did nothing
but sing
glory, glory hallelujah
while preachers continue to screw ya
like uncle sam
he don't give a damn
you can scream and holler
but it's about that dollar
and when you realize it
you'll see that poetry ain't shit
but for now it's all we have...........
Bob Shank- Sept 7th, 2005
I write because I must quell the beast inside of me
that wants to wreck havoc on those who oppress so many, but GOD hath not appointed me the executioner for injustice, although I pray for the nomination daily.....peace
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"If I told you my reality, you'd
say I have a great imagination,
If I told you my imagination, you'd
say I've lost touch with reality"-Bob Shank, 2004
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