Award Night

Last time it was about success,

And this style is being used in excess,

But I’m not going to change this now,

‘cause I don’t know to write it how,

Else, or it might sound like dogs barking, bow,

And you won’t say wow,

I’ll just begin, or I’ll be hit and all I’ll say will be ow!

Award it is decorating my wall,

Waiting for my turn, for them to call,

To the front of the hall, shining, standing tall,

Been some time since I held a doll,

But they still call me kid,

In a bid to get rid, of me,

But I’m with The K-Factor, that’s my name,

Writing is my sector, and it aint a game,

But the award ain’t coming,

‘cause I’m running, away,

Words rhyming in a try at rapping,

Between my napping,

And I say I don’t deserve it.

There’s others hiding, in plain sight,

Working, through the night,

Earning every penny, for a bite,

Kids studying, in the streetlight,

And some racing with guns, to fight,

To protect from harm,

To maintain the calm,

On the streets even during the storm,

So I guess I’m right,

To say I don’t deserve this tonight,

With the examples I cite.

The postman, the salesman,

Walking forever,

Army, navy, air force, policeman,

Resting never,

Just to keep the nation going,

On and on, whenever,

Teachers teaching, light of education spreading,

Maids cleaning, as we keep polluting,

Farmers farming, be it sun or rain, feeding,

As we just keep eating,

Now do you agree, or am I just bleating.

It’s ‘cause of them doing their bit,

That we’re fit, and our homes are lit,

And we’re smiling, as they run, not having fun,

With their kit, in the mud,

And some giving the light to the new bud,

The future, as we just sit,

Choosing words, I wouldn’t call that wit,

Well, that just fit, a repeated rhyme,

Is that a crime, I guess not,

I don’t care a dime, if you eat lime,

Or thyme, well I just got hungry,

And I’m ending, and then sending, this,

Not bending, through the blog,

So it doesn’t clog, and I can hog,

With the song, moving my head to the beat, nod,

And that piece of metal comes, award,

Not really, no.

This post is written for Project 365’s Open to all Prompt for today.