I had a dream. Words well chosen By Doctor King. Brings back a memory. Of things, That might have been. You don’t critique The messenger, For acts unseen. Listen to his words As his mind is keen. He liked women, And booze, But chose His words carefully. Not a paragon of virtue, But he felt real to me. When I knew he had died I had tears in my eye. And my mom said, Don’t cry for a nigger. So i cut myself. Then i just bled, But I felt bigger.
Ok, word, Lets get down to it. You wrote sonnets, When all the girls wore bonnets. You went to grammar school, Just like I did, But like a kid No, wait. By age sixteen, You were versed, In one hundred forms, Of rhetoric. I did it by my self, Cant buy that off the shelf. So ok Shakespeare, I want to hear your words, Unless they, Become turds, Just in the passing.
What is a life man creates, Then debates with himself, And states, The obvious. Oblivious, To how he behaved, Cradle to grave. Says his concern is the truth, But lied, All the way. Do we count him well? Don’t judge, He is one of us.
Don’t go in there! There is something living. He thought of flies. They get busy, As they die. That bzz bzz, As when caught in a glass. Is this where, He came to rest at last? No matter, That was the past. Done, But not forgotten, And however rotten That’s how the dice were cast.
He is a manic sir, You don’t thank him nightly He will come at you brightly’, Like a star; Capacious, Don’t want a fuss, Capricious In his tendency. No one knew The truth that lay within. He loved He laughed, But not so daft That he could not find A way to begin Again. Not send spend time On him. He beats To his own rhyme. He saw the guns And faced them, Then laced with crime Defaced them.
I do not believe in god, But I believe in you. Do you believe in me? Something of a reprobate. Closest to Christ You will ever see Are all I have to offer. When angels fall They fall far. No relief, If there ever could. You are walking with me; Feet don’t touch the ground. The nails are waiting. I can’t hear a sound. But the cross is there Bare wood, leather bound. Now I have found My destiny. I love you.