Poetry For Everyday People
Bad People
I guess it's bad people
day, it's always bad people
day somewhere, it's been my
way since this morning,
so I light a candle, put
on some tea, come here,
water fountain sound in
my head, smell of Christmas
in the air,
just chillin' where they
can't enter, where it's all
way over their heads, just
us poets talking about things
that matter,
the rest is small talk death,
opinions of little thoughts
and no thought at all, same
as the angry drivers with that
finger in the air,
they all seem so happy once they
pull that finger out of their ass,
they just wanna show it off to
everyone, so much nothing,
luckily this tea's magic potion
of calmness seems to be working,
Snicker Doodle cookie, tasty,
trying to get
in front of a peaceful warrior
is like trying to stop a train.
day, it's always bad people
day somewhere, it's been my
way since this morning,
so I light a candle, put
on some tea, come here,
water fountain sound in
my head, smell of Christmas
in the air,
just chillin' where they
can't enter, where it's all
way over their heads, just
us poets talking about things
that matter,
the rest is small talk death,
opinions of little thoughts
and no thought at all, same
as the angry drivers with that
finger in the air,
they all seem so happy once they
pull that finger out of their ass,
they just wanna show it off to
everyone, so much nothing,
luckily this tea's magic potion
of calmness seems to be working,
Snicker Doodle cookie, tasty,
trying to get
in front of a peaceful warrior
is like trying to stop a train.
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