Biography of Bill Marcy
Born in New York,1995. Senior in High School. My life is in its infancy.
Bill Marcy Poems
Rap-Sody In Blue
All these rappers be laconically commensurate Prosaic, characterized primarily by barbarity Permeating vulgarity, it ceaselessly proliferates Rhyming inconsequentially with no deference to sincerity
Take the time to tour the world Behold its many mysteries Such as how we stay afloat In the stormy sea of history
God For A Day
I want to be god for a day for a year for a lifetime
The music is played in The catatonic scale, Lest I should awaken Prematurely, and fail
'The coward, the fucker! ' he shouts viciously. Still adorned in black, his hands are white from Vice gripping the steering wheel of his Ford F-50, red and rapidly tearing
Teenage Mutant Ninja Poem
Human invention: A blank canvas onto which we paint anything, Essentially unrestricted, restrained only
Face up All I see is ceiling It feels like My brain's firing
They say every dog has its day But All I see is a sad mutt that's Lowering its tail and head
Jack And Jill
In one area was he not skilled: He had Jacked, but he hadn't Jilled. To Jill, he had to read her eyes, her lips,
Smaller, the earth becomes As my lonely journey begins Soon, I will pass the sun, My destination unknown.
They say every dog has its day
All I see is a sad mutt that's
Lowering its tail and head
Waiting for the sun to set
Whimpering to itself in pity
With nails digging into it.
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