Crap...Ooops I Mean Rap

A ranting poem on loud rap music

Crap...Ooops I Mean Rap

The day I become a sniper is looming

As cars drive by booming crap

So loud it rattles my whole house

Yes, I’m talking about rap

The finger doesn’t seem to work

Screaming hasn’t worked as well

They always turn it up to nuclear

As if telling me to go to hell

Does it really have to split eardrums

As they’re looking for things to do

I’m surprised they can even talk

I keep expecting mindless drivel and drool

Remembering the days of Metal

I know we played it quite loud

But it never caused our ears to bleed

Or covered a whole block in a shroud

And what is the purpose of listening

To rhymes about whores, junkies and dealers

Do you aspire to emulate their lifestyles

To wind up in prison as potato peelers

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