I Agree

I Agree

I agree with one thing that the wealthy tend to hark on relentlessly; that is the fact that the buck has to stop somewhere. Giving is a matter of choice and when I’ve worked my hinny off to afford a comfortable life only to find some fool trying to take it by force - of course I will fight with all my power to keep it. Too often I’ve been approached (begged) or threatened to give something that is MINE. I’m a caring sharing person and I believe in philanthropy. But I am a citizen and I have the right to fulfill my own pursuits of happiness without fear of wrath by someone who mistakenly thinks they should share my fortune by attrition. I write these words thoughtfully as I have given away fortunes only to be regarded as a sucker.

Having experience a plunge into financial crisis, I now guard my wealth with far more implicity and shrewdness. I care for my fellow man - every one. But I can give only so much time, energy and resources before the coffers are left empty, and I am quite aware of whom I cannot turn to for aid of any kind.

Hobbling Flow

Stepping to me is plain self defeat

My flow is the bomb - simple - complete

Words that converge upon the absurd

Sharp; they cut - like swords through meat

Wanna try me, call a doctor

Cause it truly is a pitty

Have you sucking this verbal cunt

Like it was a third titty

You begged me to do you

So now I stomped right through you

Ain’t no shame in my game

And I wont complain

When I spit this crazy shit

That be fuck’n with your brain

So get up out my face

Cause you don’t fit in this space

This flow will leave you hobbled

Like a three-legged-race