Jambalaya Poem by P.R. Prosper

Jambalaya



My star treks through the sky from roots uncertain
And sees the new world through new eyes like LeVar Burton
My dreams are always on the clock and they don’t stop workin
But I must choose between eating, or keep my knowledge thirstin

To become more than I am, or join in with the herd and
Stick to the path made by the white man’s burden
Because nothing comes for free in this land of milk and honey
There’s nothing to laugh about if you don’t have the funny money

And if I could teach the whole wide world to live in harmony
My first test would be to see everyone empty out the armory
I’d pass along that I challenged every challenge put in front of me
Relied on myself since there was always only one of me

To get everything that you’ve never had
You must do everything that you’ve never done
Make an impact that you're sure can last
Like a raisin when it hits the sun

The dry grass tempts fire
If to burn brightly for the moment
Goes out in a blaze
And turns to ashes by the morning
Fortune smiles on the brave
And it chuckles at those willing
To slap death in the face for the chance to make a killing

If all the world is a stage then there has to be directors
Headliners, part-timers, promoters, and collectors
Some may curse a lot because they don’t have much to say
Or maybe they do, they just can’t articulate
They didn’t get to finish school so there grammar’s terrible
But the foolish are the fools wisdom finds in parables

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