Gifted tongues full of magical speech Utterances of self-proclaimed axioms denotes what he or she or they mean via a poetical sagacity Sort of like a… life incarnate—oh yeah! Spittin’ vernacular lines just to feel whole But do I gots soul? Livin’, breathin’, gaspin’ for the oxygenic verve that reinvigorates platinum prose; had me stumbling on stage left—fumbling and introducing my smooth groove as simply…ME and poetry Stepped to the microphone with a purpose Only to hear the drone of words parlaying in the back of my dome yelling… ***** YOU AIN’T GOTS NO POETICAL SOUL!!!!!! Umm…I say I stepped to the mic uptight but still feelin’ alright but nuttin’ came out, it was lame when I tried to spit dialogue deep in the bowels of ya’lls cranium Remembering the time when being well-read was just a joke to dopeheads and the casket slammed shut bringing nightfall to my eyes that once were alive ****!!! Oops upside my head one mo gin’ I told myself to vibe before I got to seein’ red! ****!!! Look what ya done done poet Ya vernacular is cold dead! Buried six feet deep albeit a tiresome sleep Since I felt all I wanna do is slam some funky poetry game—forget the cost of a versed writer’s fame—this IV stuck soul ain’t showing no shame Revived just in time to devise my life’s rhyme F L A T L I N E and chalklines out of time to claim my strong mind Rose up from the stage with the mic in hand—big time in demand Laying it down—fresh, new, and bold Audience snapping, crying, agreeing Yeah Poet – You Gots Soul!!!!