Steven Smedley

Rookie (04-22-1979 / San Jose)

Dibble Babble With This Dribble Drabble (2003) - Poem by Steven Smedley

Watch me feed retarded dialogue
I rehearse to things that are oblivious
Like your egos...
I'm not that blind
You think I had my eyes closed
But I’ve been looking the whole fuckin time
Look past when you lie to me
My libido is at a rest
I master the grind.
Shall I rewind?
“Steven, English this time! ”
Not while Im alive
Im still recording these ‘major events’
This time at 12: 55am
Stupid shits that say
“I gotta go piss...”
“Not right now, please...”
“Later when I can pay more attention”
I already wrote that poem
Let you see
Press down and hold
These buttons
This is just a test
Test to see if I could stand the smell
Oh that god awful stench
The fowl odor from an ex.
And the hate from a piece of shit
Is called a piece of TAWFIK

So left to remain are these lines and words
As I take out the word excuses
From my vocabulary
Poorly used its construes
And traces watches as you trace what
My past drew
Scared to see how much ink
Is in my futures pen
So it can draw up a reason why everyone’
Wants me to fail to win
Witness your sudden defensive position
Make this the part when I become an offensive
I play the dumb shit you take me to be
These random thought still distraught
I cant and won’t be taught by teachers
Who have not been taught?
Go ahead think what you thought

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 26, 2005

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