The Talking Pen - Act 1

So the pen said
"YO, what U doin?
Who da fug you think you are?"

My reply was sly
that eye was on some shit
and I don't care if your with it
get it
crackin' cause I'm jackin this page
like I'm live on stage
and what Im doin is usin'
yo ass for my musin'
don't ask who I am
your just a fuggin pen.

And then the pen replied,
"Do you know who the fug I am?
I write that fiyah and then,
I'll run outta ink
just cuz you stink
better yet you suck just retire
fuggg around and your about to be outta luck
and fired."

Then I came back again
came at that talking pen
"fool you betta realize im
wise on your disguise
come again
Ill break yo ass and get another friend
that will script this verse
so that I might rehearse my fluidity
your stupidity will land yo ass
in the ga'bage hot and bothered
without a cap
don't make me snap."

Then the pen with all sincerity said,
"listen knucklehead
you can't be bustin' rhymes
all the time
it's a crime
and I'm bout to drop a dime."

So I replied,
"go ahead I dare you
cuz it sounds like your daring me to
I will be rid all this poetic aridity
and you ain't scaring me, you see
cuz I run you
just do
like you suppose to do."

And then I wrote
and I wrote
and I wrote some more
and wrote

and the pen choked and said
"your a fuggin word whore!"

Quite quickly
I punctuated "damn skippy!"
Thats when it hit me.

That the paints where whimpering
and the pastels were being ignored
but I had no time for them
cuz with them i was bored
just me and this pen
that keeps talkin'
back, talking smack
and I just knew I had to come back
with something not lax
but inspired syntax
and I asked
"Damn, cant you just glide a fresh inked ride?"

Then the pen
started dribblin'
"you ain't got no authority over me
you be slinging me like this shit is for real
it's just some letters
and you better
quit before you get caught
with your hand on my loins OOOOoooooo
no one coins yooooou."

And I replied "Booooo."
I didn't offer this fool of a pen
2 cents for his argument
but Ima let this pen know
I'll do as I please
vernacularly molesting thee with ease
cause its a breeze
when I ease the synapsing poe.try
and I told the talking pen
"stop mocking sentiments and just wait til I'm fin
with this flow
and then you'll know."

So I put the talking pen down
cause of something I read
I started getting down
Started thinking did my skills just clowned?
then my fingers frowned
but my mind made a sound.

But the pen started snickerin
and then we started bickerin
and I told the pen
"you aint right
you know mutha fucka
your stealing my light
and surpressin the manifestin
shit, you really wanna fight!"

And then the talking pen
told me I'm dry
and another reply
that I
wasn't makin'em feel fly

and I told the pen
"that aint my problem
keep fuggin with my motives
and my opus
and I'm gonna hurt you dude
oh please dont make me get rude."

And the pen didn't notice
how I was about to get down
while holding my crown
with a lack of slicker words
or modes of any encouragement
I simply told the pen,

"you done stole my joy
making my emotions a toy
now your making me blue
I'm too through
and I don't want you."



2.be.continued.in.act.2 ¶ >5:31 PM .::.