They Call Me Gifted

FreeStyle Poem

They call me gifted

I got it down to an exact science

You can call me scientific

Poetry personified

Powerfully prolific

 Rhythmic

So addicting you’ve become dependent

You’re so lost in me

You have no choice

But to defend it

 I’ve turned you into a believer

When you were just a cynic

You’re sick

I’ve infected you

Sending you to the clinic

Untreatable

Wide reachable

My mind is an epidemic

A disease that destroys

The things that you

 Were taught to mimic

And shows you

That the world around you

Is a cleverly designed gimmick

They call me prophetic

I say no

I’m just not afraid to

Point out the pathetic

Power hungry people

Whose sincerity is synthetic

The futures in their hands

And you’re content to let it?

Some call it rhetoric

I call them irrelevant

Speaking out of the side

 Of their necks

Hand held out for paychecks

Employed by evil-Ignoring the Hell of it

 

They call me gifted

But they can have the same gift

If they open their minds

Don’t disregard the signs

Refuse to stand stiff

Then watch the world shift

Author's Note

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

I really want to try something like this, I keep sitting down to write a poem for America, but I'm not American, so I just get what I see on t.v, I'm sure being there is a whole different kettle o' fish. You've got (in my opinion) a hip hop flavour, but I do see your work first and foremost as poetry. Good work sir

[Sirius King]

i think a poem from your "outside" point of view would be just as compelling...u may have a better picture of it than i do :-)

there are definitely hip hop elements to my poetry, I consider myself a songwriter and singer above all else, and i'm sure it shows thru all of my writing.

thanks Sam!

[Samuel Jack]

Your welcome. I'm gonna do some hip hop, it's gonna be some lame a*s English white boy rap, but here we go.
F**k the nerd rap b***h's, one by one I'm pullin out raps stitches , handin out wolf tickets, cause when you get into the thick of it, I ain't timid, there's no limit to what I'd do to keep my fan in white pickets, smash ya legs like rickets, have you singing sad songs like crickets, ghost you in the dark like riddick-ulas flows smash ya abdominals, travel up through ya spine and out thru ya nose. Lol

[Sirius King]

ok ok ok i feel it lol...pretty damn good

i'm not much of a rapper,
im more of a soul singer
but u better believe
im crushin bones
if you ever point a finger
to battle me-you'll be
another lyrical casualty
then i'll sing your soul to sleep
at ur funeral, i'll even speak
kiss ur granny with a smile
and whisper somethin sweet
she'll never know
I'm the reason ur deceased
See, with this thing called words
i'm a f****n beast
and rippin other rappers hearts out
is how i f****n eat
...may u rest in peace

lol...i'm not much of a freestyler either :-))

[EMF]

Damn you are good mate. A really stonking piece of work

[Sirius King]

lol,,,i appreciate that! thank u for taking out the time to read my work, ill be sure to return the favor

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Yes, each person has a gift of their own. Yours is definitely writing, I call it divine madness:) Bravo!

[Sirius King]

lol thanx for the comment!

[Muse]

You are gifted:

The things that you
Were taught to mimic
And shows you
That the world around you
Is a cleverly designed gimmick

Clever penning.

[Sirius King]

thanx, i really appreciate that :-)