thepoetrycat

The Poetry Cat, The Poetry Cat, The Poetry Cat. Did ya hear that spit that he spat?!!! Whoa!!! That was colossal! The way he made me think about it. Seriously, long, hard and deep like a dead brontosaurus fossil. Get it? Long hard and deep people, deep people, deep! Reflecting back at me, the stupid baaaaah ba sheep in me, that keeps on following the herd and getting me stuck in such soggy muck mire. Yuck it sucks being fed to be fattened to become some gluttons mutton, coz mutton is sheep’s meat, and sheepskin is used, for mittens and shoes, become some smelly footed ug boot?! Ug!The Poetry Cat's perspective shows the escape route, an the- best detective clues, a panther tracking imagination’s killer kinda cat. Whoaaaa! Did you hear that spit that he spat? The Poetry Cat, The Poetry Cat, The Poetry Cat. Roaaaaaawwwwwww!

Sssssss! S-words are some of the best words to describe this scribes
s-kills, skills, slinging, slashing, swinging, stabbing and searing sssss!
s-words aka swords, swords for slicing up and chopping up and dicing up this ridiculous rife ridden reality, with that special eye-opening-the-doors key, twisting it and turning it into possibilities, I see for myself, that I am not yours see, Just coz my wool and the thickness of my skin! Your branding irons, whips, dogs barking stopped me focusing. Right in my face, without me noticing. Right now I so wish I could so could sing. From my voice box to the world yeah, all the right notes would ring. The Poetry Cat, the Poetry Cat, ohhhh The Poetry Cat. Thank You! But way better than that?

Dear Poetry Cat,
Since the y b4 2K I can honestly say, that even after all these years I still remember so clear how it first felt to hear your rhymes the first time and it sorta bring a tear into my eyes; an emotional rush gush flushes up into my head, and this tingling feeling thing makes my face skin red, coz this is the same state I almost always slip right back into, when the rhythm and vibes are flowing to these stories I be rappin to. And at times I wonder who, if anyone, inspired you the same way you inspired me, to be me, and leave my wooly-eyed, sheep-herd mentality. My somebody’s pair of ug boots to-be-herd, to share this mic with you and make some noise …and be heard. You woke up these voices in my head so they could be heard. Now all I wanna do is make some noise and be heard. To wake up other voices in my head, so they can be heard, To wake up other voices in your head to be heard. To maaaake some noise and be heard. (but way better than that)

Yours sincerely Rat to the Sizack