CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Crossing icy wastes makes this world seem like its full of hate,
• men going irate at the tiniest things; one swings a fist at another
• and ends up getting fifteen rounds in the back,
• with one to the back of the skull,
• just to make sure that he doesn't stand in any doorway no more.
• Poor, poor souls latching onto the hilt of the knife,
• thinking that the only way out of this life
• is through crossing the red sea of their arteries,
• martyrs, no they were thieves, peeves, weak kneed
• criminal scum, elbow grease-free single use chewing gum
• society spat out when it figured them out for who they were,
• murderers, murderers, and you can curse your circumstance
• but don't say life gave you no chance,
• you let it slip, you let it wither into oblivion,
• a million opportunities this life endowed you,
• life gave you plentiful chances,
• and yet you chose to turn to a life of drugs, rugs
• pulled out beneath your feet,
• and for the first time,
• you're staring into the eyes of defeat,
• reap what you sow, mumble rap listening criminal cow,
• you lived by the gang so die by the bullet,
• this is the life you chose;
• rows, rows of graves until we finally get to you,
• your gravestone's old, dilapidated
• its unflattering headstone decapitated by some passing youths
• who must have started off just like you. Overgrown,
• its too late to bemoan the fact
• that when the roads diverged in that yellow wood,
• you chose the one one well trodden not less travelled by.
• "Why, why didn't you use your chances?"
• Your gravestones wet with the tears of your creation,
• momma weeping, hugging the cold stone, missing
• the joy and elation you brought to her life,
• despite your sleazy, cretin unlovable mug,
• she loved you like a watch loves its lug,
• and now all that held her together is gone,
• she's concurrently thinking of a bridge to jump up off,
• so look upon her as she hugs that pitiful gravestone,
• and tell me you're right to seek the inimical criminal throne.