Post by "Poetic Justice" on Jul 22, 2008 14:36:06 GMT -5
-Poetic Justice stands in the middle of his mall town house in central Massachusetts. His clothes are noticeably cleaner than normal and each of his bitch black hairs are flawlessly in place. He smiles as he rehearses some lines in his head. He then glances towards the wall where a modern clock reads 7:15. He glance down at his watch which carries the same time.
Lee- “Interview” a Poetic Justice poem.
Day after day
I see on the TV
Dozens of wrestlers
Just like me
With big matches coming up
Questions are asked
They stare into the screen
And in glory they basked
But there is a big match coming
For one named Lee
Yet nobody has made their way
To come and see
What I have to say
Or how I will beat
TC Jagger
In a match so fleet
So whether they come
Or even if they don’t
I will not care
Worry I won’t
For you don’t need publicity
To pin one to the mat
If he’s taught you anything
Poetic Justice has taught you that
And that was a Poetic Justice poem.
-Poetic Justice looks up at the clock and realizes that they aren’t coming. He yanks his watch off and chucks it at the clock.
Lee- “Interview” a Poetic Justice poem.
Day after day
I see on the TV
Dozens of wrestlers
Just like me
With big matches coming up
Questions are asked
They stare into the screen
And in glory they basked
But there is a big match coming
For one named Lee
Yet nobody has made their way
To come and see
What I have to say
Or how I will beat
TC Jagger
In a match so fleet
So whether they come
Or even if they don’t
I will not care
Worry I won’t
For you don’t need publicity
To pin one to the mat
If he’s taught you anything
Poetic Justice has taught you that
And that was a Poetic Justice poem.
-Poetic Justice looks up at the clock and realizes that they aren’t coming. He yanks his watch off and chucks it at the clock.
