The Evolution Of Music

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Besides its positively stupid

It's too much to Handel
I want real music Bach
The bait has been woven
Beethoven please come back

Now it's all...

Don't step to my face bruv
I got mans in this place blud

Or

That girls a hoe
A village bicycle
Fuck that a tricycle
Jonny up twice yo all

Is this the evolution
Or a poetry pollution recital
All the words in the world and they rhyme delight with bicycle

Then for love its....

Which position hits your spot
It's been so long since I've seen you I've forgot

For lust

One more night
Is all your gonna get
So don't lose interest
Let's make this last night the best

Autobiographies

I find I'm not blessed
With a life of flash jewellery
My monthly tax kills me
Bending over my ride a rover
My show far from over

And for intelligence it's

You Wack
You you can't deliver that
Twat whigga
High on crack-ing
A geriatric mass of verbal ass- whole in one with the verbal diarrhoea

Could that be any clearer?

It's the kind of music I seldom go near
Very few tracks to my heart I hold dear

Oh well I'll continue since this is the age of music we live through

For struggles its

A mindset of un measurable
mettle
Although unsettled
Kind of forgetful
My confidence shackled
Stuck fighting the stream of life without fuck all paddle

It's too hard to Handel
Please bring real words Bach
Don't even get me started
On how romance is heard on track

Come over here
let me stroke ya long hair
Run my fingers down your body
Run my fingers everywhere

I don't care
You can scream the whole place down
Pink or brown
Both mine now
Don't frown for now I'm giving you my ecstasy
When we're finished you come lay next to me

I'm finished
I think you can see...
I've gone mental.....
In my poetic musical pollution poetry recital

Daniel Hing 14.11.12