Life's Ill

[ChyllTyrant]

Life’s Ill


“get a grip” they say
and i just grab a bic, one or the other
they say “in all seriousness” like snakes and cockroaches, one or the other
pick up a broomstick, for christ’s sake
it just makes me grab a boomstick and forget my osirus
and i get “2 for 1” deals a lot but that just makes my halves bigger
half there and halfway here
have life fall away that it can’t get up

life’s ill doggy

compasses encompassed comments of who’s gear was fresh
i have been chased ricochet from malls and parks and campuses
and fleshed out a stanza here and there

jumped freeway overpasses in high speeds

ran over a kid in broad day light
the road is a dangerous place to travel
especially on that mean juice

my tom & jerry relationships are extravagant you could say
at least they’re not itchy and scratchy yet
you could say

my
affliction affection with fiction friction
indecision diction
lest the detection direction infection spreads from my fingers and toes
to my heart and head, as my stomach flutters
dart to death for art ed. and a hard bargain like a popcorn without the butter

dub tape youths so fragile
racing through street lights and even the red ones look like fire exits
push a button and forget about the cops
pah dukes was a rolling stone, i roll around stoned on quarters

dude got shot a few times in his dome
and that was a few blocks from home
met dude once, and thought light was shown
didn’t know, though, the power of coke and chrome
or did know, but every light has sought shade
and every day i lay dazed in a blade

this was more
was this more than a grammy?
more than the academy assault and battery?
or was saul’s flattery bashfully concealed as constructive criticism for destructive citizenship?

crack-addicts in cracked attics and seller cellars
crack pipes hidden between cracked pipes and laughing at life
gat damnit, i live the pack by pack life… what’s the difference?
what’s the fucking difference between me and your children?
your children with phenotypical fuckups and saliva loll and vagina rolls
addicts at birth, add it to the famous makeshift graveshifts
my heroine ran out the building with all the cash…

summers that last the blink of an eye rather than the shake of a hand
bummers and number one stunners
and quotas met my quotes like quips of quitters
excuses and untied shoe laces never met my need for a high ground
pancake plateau plus the feel of a wide field
life’s ill
i might spill doggy
catch the light as it breaks through shadows of yesterday
but you can’t forget to turn off the lamp shade resonance
fill the room with glee
leagues beneath the sea like football players on a knee

i am me
but i freed frigid freeze with ease
so life’s ill doggy

but hey…
ever wonder what a cockroach bite feels like?
or if they crawl in your mouth while your sleeping?
where do them shits go when you flip on the lights?

next underpass i push back a clip on my lips
and wait patiently for the next high roller to slip at the will
spill the wheel to the right… i’m waiting
hating eye candy masturbating and changing stations so frequently

life is sick like a kid with syphilis
so catch my pistol whips and missile tips

you little bitch

[Bhitiah]

"my tom & jerry relationships are extravagant you could say
at least they’re not itchy and scratchy yet
you could say"


^^^ LOL tho .....



"or if they crawl in your mouth while your sleeping?" I heard somewhere like, lots of spiders crawl in your mouth throughout your life ...Gross tho....

[Truf DX]

Dis poem was fun to read and cool like dat quiet rebel dat sits in tha back of class and says nuthin but says alot if you kno wut i mean...dis was full of impressive and interesting thoughts but im not sure i fully...actually i am sure i fully dont understand dis poem but i could read it all day
TrufFully Spittin OUT

[UFO the Phoenix]

wow

forgot how ill you get on your rampage of abstract maddness....I admire your style....your carefree wordplay and tucked away hidden genious under dirty words and harsh reality....the imagery of the freeway....and cartoons was amazing.....and also the father sceen.....rolling stone....and the crack pipes....just a whole different world brought to life.....interesting style.....also the coakroach line was sick.....lifes ill.....no question

only part I didnt like was the empty ending....turned this abstract poem into just another gangster rap verse....would of perfer more of your abstract endings

thats my only beef

keep doing you

I need to read that manuscript you sent me but I have been lazy and honestly to self centered to take the time to really peep you

sorry

[Lord RAH]

my tom & jerry relationships are extravagant you could say
at least they’re not itchy and scratchy yet
you could say



That line was a masterpiece...Yeah there was no real subject....ANd yet the subject was so illl...That's how this poem flowed a whole lot of important nothing spoken loudly over a whisper...Big Up here....I didn't even mind the length here it was so goood....ONE