Pentagious

I have been accuse of going to....... far
some say overboard
I'm a poet, get over it
or I will run over you, like a
fat persons worn out shoes
It's the gospel truth, that's just
good news but, sometimes
it's blood on the headlines 
if I don't say it, someone else will
if I don't tip the pot and spill the beans
someone will have to eat them
I don't like 'em on my plate
they're too slimy and remind me
of the times, I fell asleep
at the table coz, I wouldn't eat
when there were children in some
country starving to death, and 
wished, they had them or 
something like that, it's too hard
recalling those times back 
yes ma'am, I was stub...born
and going to leave this world
that way, I'm not fickle in the lease
my word is my bond, I wrap 
like a SUBWAY employee
high on weed, I once worked
at a Jewish deli, that wasn't me
what I say I mean, and mean to say
it  that...a...way,  there no mistakes
my life is uncut, I'm not bold
I got guts, the size of nuts
okay, poet, that was a bit much
to versify takes a special touch
I got  hoodspa no I'm not shy,
I don't whisper, I speak my mind
 defining every line in my brain
and every drop of my pain, sustained
just to explain the parables to those
who are considered common folk