! 'Tude Lyric Poem by Michael Shepherd
! 'Tude Lyric
I’m the man to be,
cos I’m me, me, me;
but you’re just you
and who cares who
I’m the greatest,
I could be the hatest,
you’re down on your luck
but I don’t care a ****,
life is tough,
an’ life is rough,
but that’s enuff
who cares a stuff
I don’ need to write
cos ed-u-cation’s shite;
I jus’ like to spray
my mark somewhere each day
I score the chix,
I score a fix,
me an’ you don’t mix
cos I know the trix
I’m the koolest gangsta,
you, you’re just a wanksta,
my posse an’ me
hand out cruel-tyy
I got a shooter
you ain’t worth a hoota;
I got a knife,
you ain’t got a life
I gotta switch, man -
ain’t your life a bitch?
I gotta blade, man -
got it all made
ain’t no lovin’
like my ho an’ me..
(what’s that, Mom? …It’s time for tea? …)
Oh, this is a poem with 'tude alright, Mikey! ! ! Great fun! (Turns slightly worring towards the end, mind...) . Love, Gina.
Quite the comic, aren't you. A fun read, that makes one smile.....I like how you write from different mind sets on your works....You are a multi-dimensional writer, One never knows what one will get and I thing that's great...I can't do that....marci. :)
Michael, I felt well and truly mugged by this one. I'm staying at home with my Horlicks. Superb! Stay cool, Martin
He yo gangsta' rapper, yo one mighty fine fu++a, leavin' ya mark where ya' go, including on that 'ho but watch out or I'll slap an ASBO on you. M, this is truly brilliant work... and as Scarlett says, unfortunately all too true of the attitudes; but some of them don't go home to Momma, and there's room for sympathy yet. Superb, m. t x
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4/25/2024 4:02:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How hysterically funny- - - and yet, RIGHT TO THE POINT! ! When I see the young ones, pants dragging the ground, rudely worded T-shirts on, and not even old enough to shave - - - I shall forever remember this poem!