Phillip
Yo! The name is Philip Kindred Dick! My rhymes are so cold, you're gonna get sick My books ask questions, ones that you’ll keep Like Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? My main mission is science fiction Wrote 40 more novels that’s simple addition A futuristic world after World War T We find Rick Deckard hunting escaped “andys” The main source of this situation Is the deceiving Rosen Association Wilbur Mercer was just a big scandal Rick really wants to find a live mammal Apocalyptic future trying to survive Not human? You still might be alive I Don't need some stupid android test To figure out that my book is the best Reading this book, in knowledge you’ll rise My book teaches students how to empathize. Kurt The people I sympathize for are your readers ‘Bout all of my novels made it to theaters It’s Kurt Vonnegut, the jack of all trades I’ve written non-fiction, novels and plays Author of Cat’s Cradle and Slaughterhouse Five My rhymes will freeze you in your tracks like “Ice-9” My plotlines unique, outcomes are endless Got a bomber, and soldier whose senseless I don’t make my protagonists heroes My roll call goes from 100 to zero I do not promote glorifying gore I give a realistic view of war My books aren't for imbecillis, they make you think While your books do the opposite, brains shrink In World War Two I was trained as a scout You haven't served, you’re a college dropout Yo, I’ve been in the game for 50 years Who wants to read you books? …. There are no volunteers! Phillip You have been in the game for 50 years? Only wrote 14 novels that's no career The main question, should our books be taught in school Guess not, Vonnegut was banned unlike this jewel How much is fact? How much is fiction? Quite frankly, your books lack conviction At least all of my stories make some sense They hook the reader and leave them in suspense Kurt Hooked? More like forced, the kids will not be fooled Bring your children's books, you're about to get schooled All of your books, no one even knows They're all dead to the world, “So it goes.” The end of my novels leave you complete Yours cut out before you can say “Poo-Tee-Weet” |