Rough Neck Truth

This is not another exercise,
Not an empty metaphor.
Nothing in my rhyme will compromise
The truth that I'm searching for.

Slip a word amidst a multitude
Like a prophetic interlude,
I knew it was coming soon!
Behold the battered and blue,

The black and bruised crews;
Don’t be confused fools,
Filter out the word play
And dissect without delay,

Cuz the truth hits hard!
Hit the wrong area, it’l
Leave your heart scarred

But you gotta take your licks
Cuz folly will only get you so far
And so far, that sand looks quick;
Stuck like molasses and tar.

So keep a tough skin for the contact,
Cuz truth comes like a contract:
Read the fine print or risk combat
With all sorts of concealed compacts.

I suggest you go back to the Source,
Or find a way to improvise your report,
Cuz an empty metaphor or exercise
Won’t yield you any truth,

Only your poetic demise.


Michael Nicholas Hallak