i live in world full of crime
a world full of nasty time
where bad people roam the street
and criminals use police stations to meet
a world where art it s joke to most
and they rather spend thier day reading the post
a world were pollution is ok
and feeding starving children is not the main part of the day
a world were number one is greed
and only once a year we do a good deed
a world were for someone to read it u have to make it rhyme
or maybe bribe them with a nickel or dime
because i hate it when people say its not a poem unless it rhymes
i just hit them on the head until it chimes
i tell them u know nothing about art
and u dont have to rhyme everything with fart
but as i write this now for u
i hope u realize wut i try to do
put myself on a level that everyone can understand
that we live in a messed up land