I Curse The Mic…

I Curse The Mic…

…that broke my virginity

and made me realise my vanity

broke a hymen of truth into ceaseless fluidity.

Now I’m rockin’ the mic with my hand

saying things I sometimes don’t understand

ears and applause I always seem to demand

action I fail to command

like horror turned to comedy

in search of a punchline

my deaf words fall on eager ears

but wait…

are these ears ready to face their fears

it seems I have to go through the sugar-coated froth

to get to the bitter express-o

this is why I curse the mic that broke my virginity

coz ears are so ready to censor words

truth, truth, truth

a curse to you and yet another curse

I’d rather sit in verse

than have people applaude

when I conjure senseless words

in attempt to flow

I try to sew together mellow-word nips

of colourful yet meaningless phrases

and vomit them through my lips

You’ll even hear me trying to rhyme

to get your attention

Make no mention

of the fact that in time

I’ll turn into a senseless mimic

when ears start to wander

and I go into solitary orgasm

screaming into the mic LOUDER and LOUDER

while ears get deafer and deafer

And then I’ll take the mic away

this time when I say

I curse that day

that mic broke my virginity!

Wild Women Do