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of course, occasionly I will get off course,

but then again, I'm only mortal

I'm 5'9, but sometimes, my ego is more tall,

I can't hear the muffled, 

voice of innocense not that vocal, 

it's tantamount to trying to hear bumble bees, mumbling, 20 meters deep in a submarine, while it's thundering, to cope,

I'm all too familiar with my libido, 

global, pressures from all the people, last nights party gotch you feeling horrible, grab some pepto bismol, 

A formal, dinner at home, red eyes so pass the rohtos,

A pack of the menthol, substances illegal,

when you are the most empty, you are the most hope full,

people find hope in anything, whether it be casinos,

or tangible materials, 

have you ever realized that your fecal, 

matter gets better water treatment than the youth of Sierra Leone?

and sometimes, it's more wise to accept what beholds the unknown, 

this is the path that I chose, 

this is the past that erodes,

so how do you suppose,

I deal with this load on my own, 

I'm left spilling these poems,

establishing that that's not all she wrote,

people stepping on my toes,

poking, in order to evoke,

and when you don't accept what they have to say, their words hang in the air for them to soak,

it in, so walk away, never approach.

a new season is spring, and a better you has a-rose

and an ugly toad doesn't need a kiss for someone to think that it's beauty-full

no such thing as a cold soul,

so ya'll let us not be hostile,

break down the fortress walls, 

but allow no one to remodel,

what you've established,

you can however let them assemble,

and make sure it's a rental, 

if they're construction's detrimental,

cause it's your life your entitled.

stay vital,

embrace tidals,

reciprocate the cycle, 

eternal circles, energy conserves,

again you emerge,

this time not only to endure,

you will never be over,

so why make what you have torture,

my life is mine I'm assured.

 

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