Mr_Dunne_Poetry
Crown Court Banned Poet
"The Fire In My Soul Exposed"
No council will house me, and my family resent me/
Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I'm empty
Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/
Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen
If I could reborn again, I'd definitely call in sick/
From the beginning to the end, I've had to forge to exist
If it wasn't for my dog, I swear I'd call it quits/
Tired of calling for a God, whenever I'm falling to bits
I'd slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/
As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it's real
I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/
Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail
Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/
Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare
With this head in despair, I'm more than prepared to go home/
And when I'm gone from here, they can have my poetry throne.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
No council will house me, and my family resent me/
Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I'm empty
Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/
Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen
If I could reborn again, I'd definitely call in sick/
From the beginning to the end, I've had to forge to exist
If it wasn't for my dog, I swear I'd call it quits/
Tired of calling for a God, whenever I'm falling to bits
I'd slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/
As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it's real
I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/
Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail
Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/
Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare
With this head in despair, I'm more than prepared to go home/
And when I'm gone from here, they can have my poetry throne.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
