Got trouble with the roof over there?
I heard it fell in.
Needed ten carpenters to lift the thing
God don’t pay the fare of their empty care
I could no longer stand under it there
The roof of injustice and lies n protected shit
A blotted spot where pedophiles sit.
Proof is I met them, there inside of it
Their insurrection is a superbly fortified kit ..
Money still talks where men hold the fork.
Their talks are misleading
and . .
There’s a tendency to cause bleeding
Be careful not to be caught bleating
Now fill that receipt in
Hold up your hands and start singing!
Filed under: CRIB...Is it Legit?, My Rhymes Tagged: Feelings, My Rhymes, Poems, Poetry, traumatic event
