5 minute poetry

[Mr. Viewtiful]

Here's a Gizoogle'd version of a poem I wrote almost a yeat ago. Good luck understanding it, it sounds like a rap song...

Walkin' Tizzy

Some say you gots game among tha B-to-tha-izzest
Some T-H-to-tha-izzink you're tha same as tha rizzay
But one th'n fo` certain:
Walkin' tizzay ain't eazy as it seems.

Big Dizzle was bizzorn in Sacramento in tha late 80's
Moved ta a playa ghetto south at tha age of 3
His name wasn't always Big Dizzle
But throughout tha years he earned it

Big Dizzle was always big n tall fo` his age
He couldn't play wit anyone else his age
Dizzle played too tough you see
And when th'n gots rough
Sink dizzle n think
"This is killin' me"

Throughout school, he was picked on by tha olda guys
Called "Fat," "Ugly," n "Tub O' Lard wit Fries"
So he played tha gizzle of basketball
And he dominated just 'cause he was tall

Time passes on
And his pea G-R-to-tha-izzew poser
Big D entered hiznigh schoo`
And he seemed ta git smalla
Now lost, was his one advantage in tha gizzle
The ability ta block n rebound
While grow'n confidence came

Nowadays, whizzay Big Dizzle steps up ta tha court
Everybody picks on him,
Though it's just a spizzort
Wheneva Dizzle plays rough, otha git pissed
And tha game abruptly ends
And Po' Dizzle gets caged

It's hard fo` Dizzle ta win
'Specially wizzle tha ref is on tha playa tizzy
All fouls is called on him
While thinkin' tha otha shot calla stizzop is but a dream

D doesn't knizzay what ta do,
Whneva he steps up, someone gets capped
It's tough ta be tha gentle giant,
Wizzy you ain't tha giant no more

Whizzat wizzay he do? Put up his shoes n quit?
Or return ta tha court n hizzle playa don't throw a fit?
Whizzay you're playin' tha game, one thing stays tha same:
Walkin' T-to-tha-izzall ain't eazy as it seems.

Word.