Today I am supposed to write a poem My Poem
but my mind is like an empty cave By: Dylan King
so I’ll just write some words I know and
here we go:
I came to class earlier today
I wish I knew
that we were writing poems
and now I feel blue
but I am not complaining about these poems
they are way better than HOHAMS
but it didn’t take long for me to know
that my phat rapp is gonna beat Edgar Allen Poe
that’s right, he’ll come back from the dead
look at my poem with dread
and squeal when he see’s how I’m making that bread
and tread ahead knowing my rhymes can’t be misread
and Ill go to bed while he beheads
the monstrous beast with his bullet lead
but that’s all in my head
now i'm back in reality
out of my day dream
my heads starting to swirl
Earlier I felt better but now I’m gonna hurl
you see I am sitting next to a girl
and everyone knows they have cooties
but they also have nice booties
and now I’m at a crossroad
that reminds me of a movie
I think its the one about Batman
taking out the trash in gothams tram
beating face and eating ham
and don't think I'm calling Mr. Dooley a bad man
but even the Joker knows
he wants to make my hand fall off
after writing something this long
hold on I’ve got to cough
oh gosh that was close
I almost puked , but,
now I’m back in action
waiting for your reaction
but your faction
doesn’t have any fashion
they look real trashin
in their parties they be bashin
and I’m making some distraction
while I sneak around back
steal the track
and beat you back
to last week’s yak
while I sit here and eat my snack
and I-
ugh
ugh
uGh
AAAGGGGGHHHHHH
oooooooohhhhhhh
NO HERE
IT COMES
The end
Today I am supposed to write a poem My Poem
but my mind is like an empty cave By: Dylan King
so I’ll just write some words I know and
here we go:
I came to class earlier today
I wish I knew
that we were writing poems
and now I feel blue
but I am not complaining about these poems
they are way better than HOHAMS
but it didn’t take long for me to know
that my phat rapp is gonna beat Edgar Allen Poe
that’s right, he’ll come back from the dead
look at my poem with dread
and squeal when he see’s how I’m making that bread
and tread ahead knowing my rhymes can’t be misread
and Ill go to bed while he beheads
the monstrous beast with his bullet lead
but that’s all in my head
now i'm back in reality
out of my day dream
my heads starting to swirl
Earlier I felt better but now I’m gonna hurl
you see I am sitting next to a girl
and everyone knows they have cooties
but they also have nice booties
and now I’m at a crossroad
that reminds me of a movie
I think its the one about Batman
taking out the trash in gothams tram
beating face and eating ham
and don't think I'm calling Mr. Dooley a bad man
but even the Joker knows
he wants to make my hand fall off
after writing something this long
hold on I’ve got to cough
oh gosh that was close
I almost puked , but,
now I’m back in action
waiting for your reaction
but your faction
doesn’t have any fashion
they look real trashin
in their parties they be bashin
and I’m making some distraction
while I sneak around back
steal the track
and beat you back
to last week’s yak
while I sit here and eat my snack
and I-
ugh
ugh
uGh
AAAGGGGGHHHHHH
oooooooohhhhhhh
NO HERE
IT COMES
The end