In-Spiration Poem by Charles Monroe

Above Guilty Ground
Inspired by words
When words chop the workshop
We woodshop the hurse
The woodchuck would up-chuck
Tattoed on the Nun-chuck
Are Dragons and Dungeons
Rhythm Rhyme Rum Reds
A virgen so grounded
In a world of flying phux
Angels fathom at thy Soul
Split the Atom in the Snow.
When Innosence Inspires Guilt
Above Guilty Grounds of Silk
Killed the Guild and Filled the Milf
Chocolate Milk on Towers built.
One Man's Treasure's others' Filth
Freestyle never pays the Bills
We prefer the Urban Hoods
Than the ghettos on the hills
Just a product of thy Nation
Yet we call it Inspiration.
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