Thursday, January 12, 2012

The "P" Poem

I have a plethora of problems that pop up periodical
prone to make me publicly shout profanities provocatively
for instance im down with OPP
that's other peoples property
for those not programed properly to perceive
my personality
i can be stereotypical and pick pride as a priority
unfortunately in this world pride links to power links to paper
which links to the next problem of not having a penny in my pocket
plus i suffer from the absence of possessing old president mug shots
printed on green parchment
i promise i could start a parade with all my problems
but fuck it lets throw a house party
ill pop the popcorn you pack the pipe
after i puff puff i pass cuz im always polite
but now im paranoid
too scared to press the power button on the television in fear
of a program where pompous politicians swear to protect me while
pommelling me with persuasive propaganda persecuting my own people
what the puck!
my favorite color is purple
and since i passed puberty
ive loved pussy with a passion
alas im a passive paramour
meaning i purposely dont pursue
meaning i unpurposly never prevail
but according to a prehistoric philosopher
we have less than a year left
so im punching pre caution out the window
pushing it out the plane with no parachute
so hopefully you posses some protection in your purse
for were about to partake in a pleasurable predicament
all night form the pm to the am
and hopefully there not prostitutes
for i have no paper to pay them
i am a prosperous prototype of a protagonist
promised to protect my property with my prowess
punching proud criminals in the pupil for prowling
in my proximity
i am the protege of a black panther
i am a provoked poet far from prude
punishing those that pry in other peoples business
so before i explode like a propane tank
be so kind to please pass the Prozac.

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