Burn

 

Burn, burn paper burn,

 

I script words of hate, my pen drowns you,

 

With its ink of sorrow, yet you keep coming back for more,

 

Like a junkie you addicted to my lyrics, so

 

 

 

Burn, burn paper burn,

 

You are the self-centered cow that takes all work and energy,

 

Yet I don’t get rewarded for it,

 

See you, have enslaved me in a world of,

 

Lyrics, rhymes, metaphors, figures of speech,

 

Of which I cannot escape because I love it,

 

 

 

And that has made you my nemesis,

 

In turn we have begun a war that neither of us intends to forfeit,

which is why I want you to burn.

 

 

 

Burn for you have given people the miss conception that poetry,

 

Is about what you can write and not say,

 

Clean wiped English,

 

big words that are not understandable to a naked mind,

 

 

 

So Burn, Burn for you have brought sorrow to a place that once imparadised me,

 

That little bit of heaven that was left for me

 

You have stripped away and filled it with complications,

 

I hate you; I hate you so much that I wish you could just burn

 

 

 

But then again I have learned love you;

 

I Love you so so much

because an uncharted area in my brain,

 

Is revealed when am with you,

 

I am subdued by you grace, overcome by your presence and humbled by your wisdom

 

 

 

You have given me freedom of expression without limitation,

 

And hide it within the art called poetry,

 

OH my God my enemy has become my best friend,

 

I Love what we do, for this is not where it ends it is where it begins,

 

So Burn my Friend Burn,

 

And set alight a generation that can never be dragged into submission,

 

Just Burn.