I'm A Hazard

"I'm A Hazard"

It's truth that I speak, so people group cause they're weak/

A few verse every week, and it's havoc that I wreak 

I'm a hazard, I go deep, feeling flattered when they hate/

Feeling knackered when I sleep, and on the page I'm awake

On my page is where they hate, and on the hate I get high/

There's not a poet that I fear, whether in a grave or alive 

Everyday when I rhyme, I can feel this feeling inside/

Like it ain't my mind when I write, like a writer who died 

Being this ahead of my time, I had to stop for a snooze/

I tend to behead em in rhyme, then look for the proof 

When it's truth that you rhyme, they'll despise your work/

They'll call it a crime, whilst they go work for their worth 

Since my birth I've been hurt, so to merk is what I do/

I murder with these verses, and I supply the hearse too 

I was the first to get banned, for these words that I write/

What they planned went out the window, like a bird taking flight.

Copyright 2018 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

A lot of anger here... Seems like there's been some bullying around here. And this feels like maybe a return shot?
It's good to be yourself and
😤😤😤😤 The world. But don't let the anger define you as an artist.