Survival Mode

Survival is his only mode
Necessary selfishness
Infects his every action
A one trick pony
Capable of the Derby

He breathes lies of hope
That taste like honey
But it's only the money
And slinging dope
That will ever be his wife
A wasted life

He tells her
She is queen
She wants to believe
Ready for reprieve

His burning grip
On her heart slips
It is a new Dawn
Because she knows
She's really only a pawn
In his lame
Survival game

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not much of a fan of rhyme, and don't use it unless it comes naturally in flow, but this rhyme i really like...

it matches content perfectly and feels right for this poem that has a really good beat to match the theme.
i like "the one trick pony/ capable of the derby"---

[Jennesis]

Awwww! Thanks Jacob! I struggle at times with should I be rhyming or not? That's good to know. I have always been more inclined not to rhyme, but have been forcing it recently. I guess I just answered my question, if it's forced probably shouldn't be there.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i felt the rhyme in this piece, flowed quite naturally, and needed to be there.