Barren Mic
Pardon me if I now dare to compose
Strip raw my soul and expose
With minute poetic flow
The essense of my existance
But
I could get addicted to this
This ruch like the wind in my face
Better than sex
Click goes my pen
An explosion of bliss
As I let words cum from me
I want to spit metahphors
For poetry I could be a whore
Bare my body and Throw my spirit
Into nothingness...
A black hole
A mic barren upon a poll
So pardon me if I dare to compose
Strip raw my sould and expose
With minute poetic flow
But I could get addicted to this rush
The way the crowd goes huch
Just to listen....
Strip raw my soul and expose
With minute poetic flow
The essense of my existance
But
I could get addicted to this
This ruch like the wind in my face
Better than sex
Click goes my pen
An explosion of bliss
As I let words cum from me
I want to spit metahphors
For poetry I could be a whore
Bare my body and Throw my spirit
Into nothingness...
A black hole
A mic barren upon a poll
So pardon me if I dare to compose
Strip raw my sould and expose
With minute poetic flow
But I could get addicted to this rush
The way the crowd goes huch
Just to listen....