The Judgement Poem

They don’t send money to me
And you come here for free
Yet you yell obscenities
And stand there with Glee
What makes you think you can Judge me
Since when did you get a poetry Degree
If you hate it, its not were you need to be
Go smoke a cigarette or go pee
Do what you normally do, light up those trees
Stay in your car, listen to your Pink Floyd CD
Just don’t go on a heckling spree
You turd of the sea
Not everybody’s going to like my poetry
This I can guarantee

I don’t know the key to success,
But I know the key to failure,
And that’s trying to please
Everyone that’s there

You say I’m too loud
For this I’m proud
As a result my emotions don’t cloud
I cant please the whole crowd
i write cause God, says I’m allowed

maybe I don’t like the way you play that
maybe you can’t carry a tune or rap
maybe I don’t think you’re funny
maybe your music sounds like crap

maybe I don’t like your act, and that’s what I conclude
but I don’t yell shit out , cause I think its rude

express your opinion some other time, and show a little class
cause I wouldn’t go were you perform, and knock the dick out of your ass