Wes #1
Day in day out a mother’s toil,
Turn’d from failure to a promising future,
Left out was one less life to spoil,
Into his hands, becometh Wes his life’s
producer.
Deceased was his father but supportive were
all,
Yet a balance to be made twix opposite
worlds.
Pretends doth he to gain acceptance of all,
Calm composure speaketh with swagger to masketh
world unfurled.
Landscape didst change to the Bronx whither
new chapter starts,
Awaiting grandparents act towards Wes with
love,
Methinks though figtheth with sisters love
doth run between their hearts,
Box cut hair-doth and style imitant of
rappers with fame above.
What seemeth an end ‘twas terminated by free
will,
Thanks to those who surround him Wes’s doom
impending doth he kill.
Wes #2
At ease the smile puteth all,
Yet replaced was innocence by vindictive
visage,
Trusteth did he in blood as Tony beseeched:
pursue thy enemy, redeem thy fall.
Dealith drugs did he, ‘twas neglected by all,
indeed a troublesome collage.
An offensive line by which believeth all
problems could he tackle,
Quoth he, retaliation of tongue and body sees
no propriety to resist.
Admireth peers didst for daring actions yet
fate peers’pon with a cackle,
Crude colloquy in place of eloquence doth
exist.
Spirit a rapscallion neglectant of
consequence,
Disgruntled and brought to naught were the
kin of he,
Distressed were mother and brother, yet a
father unwaivered hence,
Irreversible a bargain yonder he doth naught see.
Tragedy beith preventable misfortune,
Gravity of choices magnifiethed in
proportion.
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