Fresh Humble MC's Bipolarity
(making rhymes not sense)
For one, five and three, that’s me
Yeah, that’s right he is in the house
Not pretending, not a Daddy Mac
Following instinct like water to dowse
Not intent on lightning speed attack
Wool cannot be trimmed of my back
Not the type to send myself a flower
Still you won't find me in ill wonder*
*This was my entry for Poetry Dice Challenge 4.
Hope you enjoyed it & looking forward to read your participations in this fun challenge.
I almost putted pictures from the short days of my youth when I somewhat espoused rap culture. Unfortunately for you, my pride will keep you from possibly having a good laugh at how as a teen, I sometime looked clownish all dressed up for the act, wearing wide pants, side cap, tainted glasses, rings & chains.
&
accept it as a kind of caricature of the old me.
(have to admit I still to this day enjoy the song)