| My Poetic Justice You intimidated me Sentenced me to my closet And stoned me with you bible-thumping Messages of intolerance You bitch slapped my dignity With your shouts of Faggot Sissy Fairy And pansy Dripping from your corrupted lips Too bad for you I�ve read up and studied Your Sodom and Gomorrah And your hypocritical, pharisaic lies And now this Queen is about to take His rightful seat on his throne Too bad for you This is my poetic justice With my dignity and my confidence intact Intact, I may strut my stuff from that suffocating closet To sing my songs, and dance my colors With a flavor your taste buds are too dull to taste Yes I�m hot Too damn hot to handle And if you don�t back down I will burn you with my flames of fagotry Too bad for you this is my poetic justice I pity you with your bland, humdrum lives Be like me and live a Life Style Why don�t you You hate me Because you�re jealous and deprived But if you don�t hash up I will dispatch my army To march rainbows Down your Park Heights Your North Avenue And your Greenmount Drive you into your closet of Hate bigotry, intolerance and prejudice See how you like it Too bad for you this is my poetic justice I declare from Federal Hill itself Now that I�ve rained down on your resistance Like a Georgia thunderstorm You should see that your battle is loss But join us Maybe you will Maybe you won�t Decide to live a Life Style And that�s just too bad for you This is my poetic justice -Ramses Westbrook-Scott |
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