good feeling

a thought dawned on me i wanted to perform in front of a large crowd i got encouragement from a friend i got an inspiration from my girl she always states, if it's in my heart, go for it i knew it was time to wow the crowd with one of my smashing hit my heart was pounding with nervousness not from fear, just excitement like a kid that just got his favorite ps3 game my name was call to perform and i made sure i wasn't going to be place in a hall of shame just wanted people to know my name although the crowd was moved apparently the judges wasn't who knows what their standards were, but it was bias like the s.a.t. exam judges define what they like, whatever the fuck that means i should invite them over so i can kindly tell them diplomatically about themselves during favorite my meal of chicken with rice and beans the crowd didn't approve overall score judges must've been angry because their mouths was plagued with a canker sore in their eyes, i'm a chump in god's eyes, i'm the champ i won tonight poetry in never about competition its about aspiring the crowd with heavy loads of ammunition not with a gun, but with words i got love that night, the people spoke out i knew that night was mine, i'm on the prowl ready to attack always remember that none of my writings are wack i'll be back i will continue to write fuck with me and i'll strike like a pit and bite