Father and Son (Rhyme and Slam)
Watch me, young man, more intently this time
I will teach you to write poetry with meter and rhyme
The way poems have been written for hundreds of years
With beauty and grace enough to bring you to tears
no disrespect meant old man
but throw that shtuff in the garbage can
i could duplicate byron if I wanted to
but I want to express a new attitude
some’n that’s free
come’n from me
not repeating crap from history
revolutionary
i wanta be bold
not simply do what i’m told
you’d understand if you weren’t so old
A poem should be written to express beauty and love
With words of wisdom inspired from our God above
When read aloud, the words from our lips should flow
And radiate our listener’s mind with an intellectual glow
that’s fine for you and your conservative crowd
but some things need to be expressed more loud
shouted from the street
not all pretty and neat
with a young man’s beat
don’t expect me to kiss your feet
i am not you
and you are not me
i don’t want you to change
actually, i accept you the way you are
why can’t you do the same
i think it’s a shame
my youth you blame
for wanting to express poetry in a different vain
Anger is not a healthy form of expression
Your poetry leads me deep into depression
you call it anger,
to me its just passion
i like your poems
but for me, they’re old fashion
I guess in the end, you are really just being my son
Following the path I taught you when all is said and done
I told you always to be true about whom you are
Go ahead son; use your own style to reach your star
i love you, dad
I love you, too, Son
(Inspired by, "The Controversy")
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