For the Enjoyment of the Writer!!!

Rules & Regulations (I Just Wanna Let you know that)
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters

I Just Wanna Let you know that
Listeners only listen to whatever's beneficial
Whatever's influential
Institutional
and/or comes from kinfolk

Readers only read foot notes, good quotes, and some hood jokes
Whatever looks dope
With a sweet freshness
Like sugary soap

Speakers always speak
As if noise is a constant need
As if silence is a forbidden practice
Practiced by wallflowers
Outcasts and introvert recluse bystanders

Writers are always writing
That is until they dine in a block for months
After depleting what seems to be
A limited literary ammunition
Leaving them to cope with thoughts stuck in thoughtform
With the current ineptitude to make said thoughts tangible enough to be listened to.
But then, they finally re-emerge with a brand new feel
A brand new tone
A brand new home

But unfortunately by this time
All the listeners, readers & speakers allowed the position of the writer
To be usurped by that which had the ability
To instantly display aimless entities with no caricature

Nothing but a frame of a crack or crevice worshipped
As if its detriment was what made the world go round n round
From the Masters to the Slaves.

Speaking of which

I Just Wanna Let you know that
Slaves only know what they're introduced to
What they're allowed to do.
What they’re supposed to do.
Because, what was previous made Massa too envious
Labeled it as devious and said it can't find a friend in us
No beseeching us for any type of leniency
Only do what you're told and behold
The rest of your days'll drift by peacefully

In other words:

"We won't whip you as much
And we'll let you slip through as such
As another ignorant kid who only wants
The same crap we give you for lunch
Such as glam, glory, glitz and an unhealthy lust
'til you're all spent and too far gone to touch"

Oh, my bad.
I was just reciting an excerpt of an old corporate spiritual.
It can be heard amongst a herd of exquisite
Undisturbed
Unperturbed
Unslurred
Sirs
Whom only have 1 nerve, Which is to gain power
And if your fun urkes it, past a certain hour
Then you'll get unearthed, in a sense you'll get devoured
Because you were too bold/sour for the cowards/prowlers.
So they take a chance at amusing theirselves
By abusing their powers

And they said:

And I Quote:
"I Just Wanna Let You Know that
Listeners from now on are only allowed to listen to
Repetitive loops; laced with anti-lyric Super-Duper Sedative tunes
Playing thee most popular swaggalicious lullabies being fed to the conscience like edible food
'til you throw on the ole iced-out ice cream persona like you're the veteran of cool
But then that'll get played out in the next 5 months, rejected and booed.
Like why are you still wearing tight jeans, lettermans and boots?

I also wanna let you know that
Readers have to adopt their own nomdeplumes
In order to react to their favorite authors
Whom all wrote thousands of novels
via cellphone
140 characters in length
Detailing yet another chapter in
their autobiographical rants
with trends of topics to chant.
And you are allowed to promote
No, you are required to promote
The occasional inspirational tweet
About how to live life, hold a conversation
or relationship seek
From the voices of these... speakers
Whom we already talked to upfront
When we told them their speeches
No matter how run-down, cliche'
Duly penetrating to the he say, she say
Talks of innovation
You can appear to be deep
Like a wise sage of a fine greatness
Who spends 5/8ths of his time
Speaking a divine language.
And no one's allowed to turn up their noses
Because that would make them social atheists

TURNING DOWN YOUR GOOD BOOKS OF UNTITLED APHORISMS!?!?
IT'S BLAPHEMOUS
IT'S MADNESS
IT'S UNIMAGINATIVE
Ehh, they're just haters.

Oh,
And if you don't comply
I just wanna let you know that
You'd get bumrushed
By the new waves of fans we made
You'd be labeled as crazy and love depraved
For not having nor sharing this succulent taste
In a thin-layer craft that SOME HOW placed a grudge on your face.

Oh and Writers!!!
I just wanna let you know that they're about to not exist anymore
Because extinction is the result of what we read in their diaries.

And one of them read (and I quote):

'Shouts of revolution 'til our narrator voices crack
And our pair of blades in holsters clash
With their segregation choices crap'

So we locked them all in a blockade-dungeon-labyrinth
Then shackled them to a nonsensical trivial list of pleas
That started off like
'Mister Please'
With begs of mercy devices such as
'My sister needs'
And we made them memorize them and recite them
to help liven the ripeness of our bitter schemes
Then vocalize them to the horizon
With the face of a hypened heightened chipper means to socialize
Like we're hope disguised
with a brightened shining glitter sheen
Replacing what tried to save them from that worker drone monotony
That we had so intricately developed
For the sake of occupying all the free time they seemed to waste
Doodling with wishful thinking of sentimental metaphorical value
And we're resorting to this because
they kept illustrating their day dreams
In an uncivilized acrobatic manner
Catering to an anarchaic Barbarianism-esque threat
That rejects the traditional double-spaced indented MLA format we gave them.
So we vandalized the sessions they formed
Then took the weapons we forged
And then we slayed them
To be rest assured NO ONE tries to test the cord of our verbatim
But the rest of you slaves,
listeners, readers, & speakers need not be afraid
Do what you're told and behold
You'll have peace for the rest of your days.
But in the mean time,
Just in case
We're monitering the words you say.
Your notebooks better be copypaste
Of our mocking taste of your blossoming days
Laced in that silent melody that left you locked-in-a-daze.
Like fat children hypnotized by chocolate cake."

And the letter ended:
"That is all
Have a nice day"

And with that, I picked the pad back up
Danced with it 'til midnight turned back to daylight then the sunrise declined
By the pale moonlight
Then finally reemerged with a brand new feel
A brand new tone
A brand new home

And I shouted

Listeners, Readers, Speakers
Please don't allow the position of the writer
To once again be usurped by that which
Has the ability to instantly display
Aimless entities with no caricature
But of a frame of a crack or crevice
worshipped as if its detriment was what made the world go round n round

Because us writers have something to say.
I just wanted to let you know that.

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I've been reading alot of serious poetry lately, thus I felt the need to sort of parodize it, but hopefully without insult or blasphemy towards the emotional tolls one goes through in the process of writing serious poetry