#1
This one's partly autobiographical and anyone who has ever felt stuck in their hometown can probably relate to this piece. Crit for crit if you so desire.

“You Don’t Listen”

You waste your days,
In a TV haze,
In the basement,
You’re there by your lonesome,
Making your brain numb,
Again,
The phone’s been dead,
And in your head,
You’ll do just fine,
You’re sharp as a tack,
But you still catch flack,
For your sloth

You don’t listen,
You won’t hear,
‘Till they all run off or disappear,
And you’re stuck all alone,
In your quiet home,
Where you’ll sleep another twenty years

Now you’re still in your trance,
They say you still have a chance,
But they’re joking,
Or they’re out of their minds,
‘Cause you’re so far behind,
It’s absurd,
Nobody could know,
What kind of chance you would blow,
By not trying,
Buried alive,
Working nine-to-five,
Selling junk

You don’t listen,
You won’t hear,
‘Till they all run off or disappear,
And you’re stuck all alone,
In your quiet home,
Where you’ll sleep another twenty years
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#2
You’re sharp as a tack,
But you still catch flack,

don't try too hard for a rhyme!
#4
man, it was alright I've definately heard better, but I shouldn't talk that kicks all of my stuff's ass
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