My Opinion
by Iosua Tai Taeoalii
Do
I support procreation or not?
I don’t really care, but you know what, it’d be
nice to have a shot
At expressing my opinion in a lame conversation
With strange combinations of questions,
inspirations, and nations of racisms.
So I’ve enjoyed our conversations, but you’ve
disgraced me
And persuaded me to avoid your philosophy’s
And the hypocrisy of your jaded opinions
I’m an old time weathered vet and I bet in the
council of my dominion
I assemble congregations of holy auctions
where common sense is the handicap and gossip
rotates
in ways to inflate debates and sacred
discussions
I must of been dead to divide my vibrant views
of clueless destinies
to express my consensus for the senses of
professions and specialties .
Continually testing me.
to arrest the need of my subconscious
boundaries.
Squandering through the principals of what some
outsiders would call a career
like pull teeth and dig graves, to extract the
ideas from my fears
And that damn master man with the master plan,
he’s gonna say to you.
Sit Down and Shut Up!!!,
Say what, I say mister commander man I have
opinions and I want to express’em
Address’em with whatever discretion that I want
So, I Flaunt it, with haunted aggressive
nonsense, kind of like…..
“i’m my o wn man, i’m my own show
I’m a flamboyant light in a flamboyant hole”
Without feeling ashamed,
I’d run the world in the same way, we’d all
believe in each other
All the men, the women, dogs, mammal fathers,
amorous mothers,
Vicious sisters, their children, imaginary
friends and older brothers
We would gather and all hold hands and demand
piece amongst us all,
But in view of the fact that the world is small
and all,
I bite my tongue and sing a little song to help
the people realize what it is i do
Why deny my ideas and try to
Make escape from the cage of my life
Do you prefer sun shining in the day or the
night?
Disregard life given to you just to spite?
The light, provided by the dark hole in the
night?
(And I’m really startin’ to realize that…)
Most people have no intentions to repent With
serpent like movement
they pay the rent as a resident, to the landlord
in their heads
We’d all be dead if instead we never examined
each other
Breeched the contract with God and stop loving
our brothers
So some of us have mothered the hoverin’ sky
above us all,
And downplayed the façade of a place called
heaven,
faced all seven sins, and eliminate your self
from the calling,
discriminate the crawling urges in your mothers
skin
while the rest of us continue stugglin’
to maintain the battle on the field with
intentions to win
The respect of God and his showers of fortunate
praise
In every single way I wanna to speak my mind
With jabberin’ jaws I combine designs of
intertwined profound thoughts,
conversing with the mothers who aspire to talk
over coffee or cocktails then a case of beer,
followed by smothers Of syrup on a stack of
pancakes,
We’re up, early over Corn flakes, with aches and
pains,
Explaining, wake me in the morning when you’re
done mourning over boring opinions we’ve both
expressed, and left the mess of confused point
of views,
that really have no magnitude when addressed by
you,
So In closing,
with the finger, I’m on my way…That’s my
opinion, that’s my belief, that’s just about all
i have to say,
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