Dis Poem is not a Poem
by Erwin Jones
dis poem is not a poem
dis poem is a poem about dis poem
that is not a poem about dis poem
dis poem is the alpha and the omega
the beginning and the end.
dis poem has no beginning,
no ending
dis poem has no meaning
is about everything
is about nothin
dis poem is about something
about dis poem.
dis poem is about your mother
your father, sister, brother
about your big lip neighbor
dis poem drinks rum, beer, guiness
dis poem is minding it’s own business
going about it’s own business,
dis poem doesn’t have a business.
dis poem knows your business
dis poem is about business,
dis poem has walked with jesus,
influenced judas,
dis poem saw the destruction of sodom and gomorrah.
dis poem was in the ark
along with the animals and noah
dis poem is a fool
has never been to school
dis poem loves to skylark
dis poem is afraid of the dark
is not afraid of the dark.
dis poem can sing
but cannot talk,
dis poem runs and doesn’t walk.
dis poem is your frustration
destruction., depression
your deepest emotion.
dis poem is man and woman,
pure frustration
dis poem is single, double,
triple, quadruple, quintuple, sextuple,
dis poem is foolish, stupid, really simple,
makes no sense, makes a lot of sense,
dis poem is bad influence.
dis poem will make you ask
what, how and why
dis poem is the truth and is a lie
dis poem will make you want to cry,
dis poem will make you stop try
dis poem will make you say
oh my! what is wrong with that guy?
dis poem will make you say rass…tafari
dis poem is tough,
dis poem will not get enough
dis poem doesn’t bluff
dis poem will make you say fo…cus
dis poem is sick,
is plick,
is a trick
dis poem will not quit
dis poem will make you want to stop it
dis poem is not a faggit
dis poem is your bad habbit
dis poem will make you grab it.
dis poem lives but is not alive
don’t think dis poem is dead
dis poem will mess up your head
dis poem will make you angry
dis poem will make you curse,
in your mind dis poem comes first
dis poem will make you yell
dis poem is a mantel, is a sketel
to tell you the truth
dis poem is a prostitute
dis poem doesn’t like prostitution
dis poem is filled with hate,
dis poem is soon never late
dis poem has come
is coming, will come
dis poem is here, there, is everywhere
have no fear when dis poem is near,
dis poem sits on a bed
and sleeps on a chair
dis poem is in your blood, bones, in your hair
don’t get scared!
dis poemmmmm, has just disappeared
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