Awaiting For Battle Poem by Maverick Jones

When people say my poems are poems are mad, that they should be happy and glad, so that I don't leave people afraid and sad, well if you think you can do better here is the pad, I'm sick of people getting bad, I can feel my mind going mad.

Don't force me to kill your words with brass, I'll slap you so hard your think your back in class. You think your funny over there standing with your friends, come over here and see who will really stand behind you then, cause no one is with us at the end.