Bad Times

Bad Times

A Poem by Theta S. T.
"

This is something I wrote a while back---

"

Spoken words

Needs to be heard

From Mountain tops

That makes roof tops pop

From druged up rehabs

To the great collab

These issues today

Need to hit replay

Why is it that this lone star state

Isn't up for debate

I'm sick in tired

Of being for hire

For this southeren hospitality

Very undoubtibly

For this southeren bell

Has fallen into a well

Cuz f**k this state

It's not my fate

To feed

The need

Of the conservative

Perservative

From govenor

To comander and chief

These things make me weep

We love our spurs

Who are dumber than fur

Paid millions of dollars

To make fans holla

So we build them a stadium

While the shopped the paladium

Waisted time and  money

Now aint that funny

Homless crown the streets

But your wondering who the spurs beat

From rags to riches

Yea they forgot about you b*****s

Drive like cattle

We will go to battle

For our down south

Good'ole boy

Who aint nothing but a bunch of tonka toyz


© 2008 Theta S. T.



Author's Note

Theta S. T.
I'm sorry if you like the spurs but I don't....met most of them off camera not cool people at all

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I love this, as a texas girl first this makes me smile, ahh the things i wouldn't say when home, its great with such good voice andflow, it catches. great work.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Some might be offended by this for sure but one thing poetry always had used was its edge to get a point across. That is something you do nicely. there are a few typos to take care of, not counting the local lcolor used.

Very strong work, you make your point.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Theta S. T.
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