Retaliatory Strike
So what, I am a pagan poet, get over it!
I will write about anything I wish.
Put my opinions in harsh words, to take great risk.
Why should that bother anyone, it is only my views?
Would you rather I whittle a way to torment you?
OK ? so!, You wanna muzzle my mouth to muffle my bark
But, who the fuck are you to critique my art?
Just leave me be, go translate your French writers
Pick through them all, to sit down an decipher
An Interpret every verse just to see
If they can evoke half of the feeling as me
Cause I don’t wanna here a thing from Jaq debonair
With his plague of vague statements, in a lullaby of yawners
About how he took a sip of coffee, then flicked his ashes
The one he left crying was me I imagine
& he said I sound like hip-hop, well hey that’s cool,
Cuz Any layman knows rap is poetry too
But I don’t really agree I’m no Eminem,
I’m more like a poet that you’d see on Def Jam
Though you’ve probably never heard of it or paid any attention
To the evolution of poetry through my generation
See We’ve gone 3D now from the two dimensional
We broaden the horizons to redefine what’s conventional
Damn
I gave you way too much credit!
Man I thought ya’ll were smarter
Than the flock of lambs that are headed to slaughter
Cause I never preach or shake my finger
Just instill doubts about your faith to linger
& Yet Still
You don’t respect the bards that compose this way
Or do you just lack this passion & focus to convey
Your thoughts, So you do not like mine, as if I care
But to act all smug & snub me as a pair
That really saddened me, I considered us friends
But I guess I was wrong, my judgmental twins
Though you must understand That ..
I would never change myself just to suit you
& I’ve been let down all my life, so this is nothing new
I can just imagine something I said pissed you off
Good, Then your type inspired me to write it, I can recall her cough
At the climax of the most important part
Tell me, did I take your breath, with my militant spark?
I am glad; I knew it, deep in my heart
I anticipated your gasp from my brutal art
Straight the first syllable of my rhythmic start
Down to the decisive analysis of topics I impart
So go on, dub me wicked, as a metaphorical shark
Call me what you want, but to friends I’m just Marq
Because this is true poetry in its rawest form
My ardent expressions with this message to inform
You, that I don’t feel that I am inferior,
To your meandering lines that leave, me bewildered!
Clearly & concisely, I show & prove
My wit & intellect to scrutinize you
See just look what my poetry can do
I dont have to come to blows with you
I just demonstrate on paper an do what I can
Using my pen to separate the mice from men | 
♥Thickness85♥ -- "*Lets Party*-R/F/A/n Bling Me.. *Ty Shawn*" 
