May I have your attention? I’d really love to kick a bar.
Some slam poetry, an ode to the snickers bar.
You can’t keep me from them, so unhand me.
You can’t deprive me of my favorite bar of candy.
Maybe you don’t like it but don’t knock it.
Life would be dull if we didn’t have this bar of chocolate.
And if you do love it, get yourself a taste.
Move with chocolate haste, there’s no time to waste.
Give a snickers to the angry and you’ll get them right.
It’s for the appetite, so go ahead and have a bite.
Wonka said candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
But I’ll bet that liquor isn’t quicker than a snickers.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
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Nice work!!