Freestyle One (Insanity Is Our Daily Surpise) Poem by Craig Ludwig

I bring street poetry
Solely for the soul in me
Walkin around humanity
Cemented in it's own vanity
Fucked up like misused profanity
Cursing our own existence
Like a diabolical resistence
Coded in our DNA
Like the love for TNA
Degrading with the passing
Of each day
I didnt come to play
Tasking the earth with improvement
Reflective inducement
Selective vocabulary amusement
Rhymin as I'm climbin with a timin
Educated in the hands of ability
You feelin me or are you ridiculin me
Too much confidence in your destructive beliefs
There is no relief to human ignorance
So I try to keep my distance
But I'm cursed by our own existence
One percent take one hundred percent
We left with the byproduct
Of this daily event
You call it civilized, I call it the same
Just because we use more language
And give ourselves names
Dont mean that it has changed
Missiles are spears and guns are knives
Cutting away at our lives
The day we all work together is the day we truly rise bit we're still stuck in this repeating loop of the greedy's demise
Insanity is our daily surprise