P.S.P. {Philosophy.Sex.Politics}

What this planet operates on....

I don't give a f**k no more; I think that point's been made,
the game of life is crazy; please behave or points are shaved,
the kind of flow I got'll keep a woman moist for days,
while people wanna be uplifting; n****s hoist away.

It's sad how fam'lies spend mad generations on the tit,
of all this country's taxpayers but think they're all the s**t,
I wish I could afford it; I would get em all a grip,
take n****s off the corners slingin til they're all legit.

Someone has to do it cause The Government don't share,
the ones who need it suffer most; The Government don't care,
I speak it how I feel it see The Government won't scare,
me into shuttin up hell nah; so Government go there.

I'll flip it like a lightswitch as I talk on how the kids,
these days aint bout a gotdamn thing I mean that's how it is,
or maybe how it seems; perhaps these times are now a dream,
we may be soon awoken to the sounds of how we scream,

like lovers in the bedroom; noise will penetrate the wall,
that brief moment of rapture when juice emanates from balls,
derivative is bustin; nuttin else can quite describe,
that feeling of enclosure when immured in tight insides.

The Cunning Linguist surely will exasperate the ones,
who just can’t comprehend the ways his words will play for fun,
I must admit to being quite the figure yes indeed,
more dangerous than anything’s a n****r than can read,

as well as process all the knowledge he or she intakes,
we must learn from our history or we’ll repeat mistakes,
your dude has brought some food for thought; just call me E.S.P.,
this life is spelled like Sony; use the letters P.S.P.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

A friend of mine gave me P.S.P. as a poem topic and bet me $20 that couldn't write something....he lost.