Who Put The Junk In Funk ?A Poem by Mario VitaleFunkout in the street where people meet byways, highways & walking sideways got me in a haze to wake to one of those days flirting the the scene eating my favorite ice cream but what noise is out brewing do you all know what you are doing who put the junk in funk going to knock you to your socks with blue rocks tossing and turning another page is turning getting beyond the means seem to be a fiend walking that New York mile still you knew all the great while with flirting faces lost in spaces leaving no traces at the backyard barbecque your like a dog in heat where people meet flirting as a buzzard is to a be peeple flee a good cause to boast as a rib flys out like the holy ghost party people in the house its the bounce to the ounce with an hour of power got to take a cold shower stil I'm on fire being blown up in the fullest desire we make plans we break plans yet do we give up it all depends friends put away your funny faces
going to wish you never knew me even she the one that blew me what is my destiny the one thing I'm willing to achieve some of my friends are in cell block nine doing fine got to know you are special created from a great design life is a circus filled with clowns being short changed a chance to rearrange out playing the game critics want to criticize me while they are off living as they please search for gold let it unfold got one bun in the oven and the other exposed walk with me talk with me through duration of time do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime in time you would climb as heros soar exposed yet you say its a waste of time and everything is fine going to make you into a man when will you ever understand who put the junk in funk out on the midnight hour the hour of power hearts will explode out on a different episode
got rhymes that are quick alone with my b***h sipping on my forty near the grill a shoot to thrill rap has to tell a story of two lovers in love pushing some things underneath the rug yu need a big hug many suffer in silence to the extreme another choiced evil scream the liberals soars to some beckoning heaights yet never thinks twice all of life to him is but a mystery but he suffers within his dignity in the light of what we may do today will become evident in all of historys sway good night said the blind man as he suffers in silence amidst all the violence powerful perfectionist has now run rampant & is evident feeling will come but this much I know bust up the beat & increase the tempo who put the junk in funk or do you want to change the story to wake up morning glory its a hard thing to adress when the whole of your life is in quite a bit of mess yet this I must confess stay true to yourself perhaps you want to put that book right on the shelf
yet who are we to blame when all of society is going insane everything one day will go up in flames like a cow that chews on its caddle like a baby with a new found rattle just look at the snake and see how it travels yet I'm feeling loose in my caboose got suckers to please wine, dine & 69 you behave like everything is fine still silence is golden just remember you've beed chosen there's a hero within us all so stand on your feet ten inches to tall still everyone wants to seek the fame game while playing the blame game to their shame
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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