Wipe Out

Wipe Out

A Poem by Mario Vitale
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A reflective poem

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Wipe Out

 

trip to my thinking while starring up at the ceiling caught up inside of me

some Zombie wants to be my friend to guide me to the bitter end transformed

Legions of doom creatures come after me trying to attack me but the zombie helped me

had a chain saw ripped those creatures into feathers that flew away into the day

arm me with harmony no I'm not a phony got this rap game locked when i'm not in my dream

bust up the tempo while driving in my super Nova long to discover discs under cover

there in my mind an explosion of sorts with beautiful women in skin deep shorts of course

trying to rehearse as I verse sweet rhymes caght up in the very fabric of time will shine

let me loose on my caboose yes Iv'e been here before stealing candy down at the store

 

some say i'm a little rusty but you got to trust in me pulling out fire with dope beats

I stand to repeat in the center of my mind where everything is quite fine

so i bust a nut in a rut not even giving a f**k taking it to center stage left i confess

far from the dope scene where the gang is totally mean I max it out with faith not my mistake

hope is all you need when you can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope

New Jersey with The Situation in Snookie such a temptation blowing up baby's out of the air

I'm here to share nor even shed a tear busy as a bee in my fresh under ware & yes i care

Vanilla Ice better think twice on making a comeback please gonna knock him to his knees

 

In every situation there's an investigation the furtherance of sound want folks around

Wipe out on the virtual mile shoot to thrill like a wild child going keep it in the zone

some say I'm eccentric but I haven't even made a dent to what I'm aiming for

blind leaders like bats in their ivory tower of power need to take a cold shower

Wait until tomorrow cause my zombie friend will be back giving me time to reflect

we are in a mess with snap shot moments in thought once this life is through it cant ever be bought...

Wipe out on the edge of the night filling dope rhymes with such a fright out of sight

© 2017 Mario Vitale


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Added on December 17, 2017
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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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