Thursday, October 23, 2008

An Idle King

warning: profanity

"it little profits that an idle king,
by this still hearth, among the barren crags,
matched with an aged wife,
should release the keys to a hard life's reward.
Fo'real."

"Why you be forever talkin' smack about my age,
i do not know, but if you ever got up off yo lazy ass,
instead of composing dat verse maybe youd find yo'self the goddamn remote."

"Indeed the sound of fleeting dove,
readily imitates my plight,
for the only thing i hold in the caverns of my life,
finds itself by chance, by frozen fate,
in depths of slice'n'dice."

"Ya best guess again Bitch.
I ain't tryin' ta bust my slice'n'dice."

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