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hurry up with mine

 

Love it! You have such a great style, man. Very quirky.

 

What comes from his sides
when he speaks,
his mouth wide,
his eyes alive,
his feet afoot
and his bass on high?
Who calls him in the stormy night,
sitting beneath a cabaret light,
watching him flow out of sight,
beneath a painted station?
Is he the greatest rapper alive
or is it just his situation?


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Yes, that is what I wrote. Very observant.

Anyone else?

 

My papa came and left me,
you know the house's a mess.
You try to call a taxicab
but they can't find your address.

You go down
where the people know who you are,
and you kiss them
and sign all of their postcards.
You play the fiddle,
the mandolin,
drunk all night on gypsy gin
and coffee in the morning,
when the sun shines
in the
west.

EDIT: More high poetry. Don't take this one too seriously.

 

Actually, I really really liked that one. haha kind of has a bob dylan feel.

 

Haha, I forgot I wrote that last night. Thanks for the kind words though