Once there was a man called Clean"the modern"
His philosophy “Catch the new words, you are modern”
Dressing sense, eating etiquette - nonsense
Healthy thoughts, personal hygiene- nonsense
Bloody this modus operandi is very catchyModern!
Once there was a wise man called Dr.Dates"the truth",
preaches “love, a great cure for all pain”great truth.
Tender affection from others surely,
removes unpleasant sensations nicely.
Bloody, this fellow preaches filthy philosophy as truth!
Once there was a man called Alex, the goose
His philosophy “Daddy daddy oh my Daddy” base?
“Don’t, na na” “Don’t na na”
“Don’t na na” “Don’t na na”
Bloody what a song to erase!
Once there was a man called Jenish “for objectivism”
Fascinated by the philosophy of rational individualism
With moral integrity and respect for right for -
others create art, ideas, technologies, more…
Bloody this philosophy of Rand surely motivates the meek!
There once was a man called Good Thief,
Soul robbery his expertise, tried no knife,
his disciples even worse,
rob souls of animals, ease!
Believe me, sacred the philosophy of this thief!
Written on 17-08-2013.
For the contest “any New limerick” by “Black Eyed Susan”
Once there was a philosopher called hot, the thief
authored his philosophy titled “bible of the thieves”
"brand a gentleman thief,
all thieves are good"
Bloody this code is really hot!great thief.
Once there was a man called Formula “the mass”
his philosophy changed none: fellow ruled the mass
“Fragrance your thought for
Sweet rose your heart, dear!”
Bloody how sweet is formula’s spell to rule the mass!
Once there was a man called Blabber, the horn
gears forward uncompromising in his philosophy to drown
"All are wrong,I am right"
"All err, I am perfect"
bloody could blabber be technically right? no crown.
You see I say things in segments
or incramentsThe word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's
I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless
Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream
I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to
the top of the game like a juggernaut
so maybe I better stop
The real lyricist slash spiritualist
transferred his heart with a dart by
I pray one day that my philosophy has
gotta be the truth within the making
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more
camaraderie, because right now we are
stereotyped as a mockery
I sense a pain far more worse than a
mental illness, so low that a solo artist
couldn’t fulfill this
Subside from the anger building deep
within the introverted stranger
Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to
save us from hating the fact that the
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?
The more things change, the more they stay the same
A bit of philosophy that still rings true, same old game
Sometimes we win
But much to our chagrin
Things can turn out bad and parts burst into flames
My philosophy on life goes something like this
In spite of the hassles, end each day with a kiss
If no one's at hand
Send a kiss to the land
Appreciate the good stuff but avoid the abyss