The Rappers Left The Poets In The Dust Poem by Hebert Logerie

The rappers, who cannot rhyme,
Left the Poets behind in oblivion.
Life is not fair; this is a crime.
The rappers are having all the fun
Making the money, and enjoying the women.

The rappers, who cannot write
Better than the Poets, are having a ball.
Life is unjust; that’s not right.
The Poets cannot run, but can barely crawl,
Like a baby, after experiencing a heavy fall.

But history will tell you candidly
That the Poets are here for the long haul.
The rappers will eventually fall
And melt away like a pristine snowball.
At the end, the Poets will live forever happy.

It seems that the rappers left the Poets behind,
But that’s not so. Remember, the Poets are kind,
Peaceful, intelligent, nonviolent, and thoughtful;
Meanwhile, most rappers are arrogant, and cruel.
I have made a promise to be less blatantly vocal.

The rappers left the Poets, where they belong,
In the halls of academia. This is not a new song.
In all honesty, history will tell you that the Poets
And the literature are intertwined on the divine sets
Of the mosaic of intelligentsia. Long live the Poets!