I Have A Reality Poem by Poetical Analysis

The Blues gave birth to Rock n' Roll
In equal measure to how corporate America ripped out their soul
In paranoid delusions that drove them to control
At an unfathomably intradimensionaly heavy toll

Socrates spoke it, Plato wrote it
And Abraham's children utterly broke it
With their greedy lil hands they had to choke it

The great white hope is the cackle of gospel
The shackle of chattel
Like free range cattle
You ain't even a factor in this species wide battle

When the Blues recovers the role Abraham stole
It will be the end of Rock n' Roll
Of Aryan supremacists' control
And the great grand rebirth of the Black Child's soul

1/28/2017

11a.m.