Death to Me Poets

You got to love poetry
The permission to freely speak
into reality
How dope you want to be

Pimpin metaphors like whores,
for plights that are merely yours
cause that don't extend outside of yourself

Big heads crash through the clouds like stealth
fighter jets.
cause they blow up sets, and pity the poet that’s next.
because I put it down...and clowned all over them fools
cause I puts it down and they can't teach this schools
but if they did it would be called "fresh-ology"
and the author of the curriculum would be me cause there's
none better with this poetry
(laughing)

Excuse Me

But this shit is funny,
The truth is that "Me Poets" give me a headache
and it used to cause heartache
but I don't care anymore
and I'm not there anymore lending ears to those who don't need them
attempting to plant seeds with words for food...
see I don't care anymore to feed them
with ideas of better worlds
cause now poetry is just a tool for getting girls
or landing a deal
I remember when you would turn to the poet for the real
but now poets carry reels and footage to show how good they are
Cause he want be a star some day
and maybe someday he will
and hopefully someday he will
see the error of his ways and return to the essence,
but I'm not holding my breath
I'm holding my hands in my lap
see I won't snap or clap for that crap
and I next time I hear a poem that starts off with "I am So..."
I'll tell my friends that I'll be back...and go to the bar...or to the restroom
or maybe I'll just leave...or maybe I'll do this poem...
Because though I love poetry,
there's nothing worst than a Me Poet