- Walt, Can you save a sinner…with a swear jar?
Look we all see the world in two degrees,
One that sees the world as what it is,
And what we think it should be
And then another part that seems more like
What I see, a world of prayer and profanity
My dad tells me and Lisa agrees, that my poetry
Is beautiful, but when I swear, it brings it down a notch
Then I think, well shouldn’t all poetry be appreciated,
And then I think about hip-hop
I guess I went off my rocker, at the show the other night
My friend Rob came up and told me, during the set
That damn man, you got to think of what you said.
I don’t see it as a bad thing or a good thing,
And im not preaching religion, or anything at all…just writing another poem
From oddball to all y’all
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But if I offend you what should I do, why am I wasting
Time on this, defending what I do…I know enough
That I can write without it, but if what I write, when Im down
Depressed, or up and lifted, that I can’t change the words
As they are written.
Damn, then wheres the freedom?