Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up !

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up ! long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire
her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes
bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality
in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree
come carry me through the philosophical mockery of what one is willing to achieve
got bars that soar got bars so good right their in the hood we used to go
bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go
got Tony Snow with all the blow up his nose he snorts out his sleeve
Monumental in his presidential working on the wall sits in his ivory tower ten feet tall
No it all in his hideaway its just a getaway to Twitter knowing nothing better
if you got money to roll and all that cash to blow bust up the beat to increase the tempo

Got bars sipping green tea leaves in my souped up Camry everybody see me
gravitate to create a rhyme filled with hate I comtemplate to date
hip to be square as i wear your fathers underware what he don’t no why bother
in the streets in the hood kicking the tin can making everybody understand
in my field od dreams living in a world so very mean where people scream
everybody wants a piece of me while I hold my head up so happily
the hood is no good while your sweating best you be forgetting the message we are treading
let them keep you second guessing as you ponder your home up a yonder
I’m a strong leader not a follower yet of the savior with stereo nor caper
hear as i serve every word in a hot plate filled with love created from heaven up above

now that David Cassidy is gone its hard to sing another happy song
the seed that was dropped out of a farmers bag has grown leave everyone alone
limited time almost left yet I must confess the bet is not one quite yet
isn’t it a tragedy that folks are blinded from reality in its plain course destiny
what are we willing to achieve when it comes down to you and me
playing the game of reality there is so much to believe and be free
yet freedom isn’t free there’s a price tag to it although there’s nothing to it
Black Panthers against the clan when will both understand the hunger inside
Al Gore doing climate control amidst Trump’s death toll but I guess that’s how he roll
little fat boy in North Korea call him the little cheater until he gets knocked to the floor

Flirtin with fire blowin it up right upon the masses never second classes
like O.J. Simpson fresh out of prison what were they thinking
my words can be simple my words can be fresh taking everybody down to the test
like Bill Cosby licking another jello pudding pop that homeboy do think a lot
we got the cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone
throw the dog a new fresh bone as far as he may roam
flirtin with fire cause I’m sexy have you missed me they say you want to kiss me
now is the final time to think things over amidst disorder my brother or why we even bother
a new day is upon us bust out a beat with Sonic but we always stay on it
brand new day to shine amidst this final rap line with all the heads that are walking blind

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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