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I guess it's best to attempt to address something since
I need to assuage enraged assumptions quick
If I don't subscribe to your prescribe head-space-shuttle-trip
That doesn't give illegitimacy to my plot's plotted points that I've come up with
I confess I'm more impressed when assessing checks on my bucket list
And I have less sense of seductive hints and subtle scents
Of every dime a dozen pitched any penny-Lincoln-logged
In the immensely well-off's pungent wishes
I push off from the port of my porch, step into the sun and squint
My dimples typically tend to imitate the follow this
I manage to magnify magnificence
And pocket every possible positive
I fondle fondness when my optimist's opulence
Obvious proper posture is glimpsed
My mantra is “never stop or drop the chin
Like an ostriches, keep it up like a dogged
Attempt at a barbell lift, not to acknowledge solemness
And wallow in awful monstrous hollowness”
Thus I went ballistic when I read statistics written:
“six percent of questioned American's polled told that living is placid and dull”
I roamed the poles, north and south, and globe had yawned and formed a mouth
Actually repulsed, it angrily rebutted “six percent of U.S. , yes the acronym are null”
All this negativity is getting sickening...”well where's the healthcare?”
For my personal welfare I tell their hellish stares
“I'm moving on, cause you've truly got to put your foot down to get elsewhere”
I belittled this syllabus' sinister silliness, ridiculed this curriculum
Disinterested, dissatisfied, maddened by my saddened life I evicted it
It's a stratified system which I decided to give a whiff, it answered with
A restricting sobering stench of a prison's whims
I stole the sickle bent silver spoon from the privileged
Simpletons. Dipped it in, sunk it steeply in the cement and then
Shoveled with a desperate grin that the desolate get, drenched in sweat
Cynically, openly, rhythmically, soulfully, in the dirt catalyzed I dove for weeks
Agonized I wrote on sheets, ebonized with poems I preached
Dug with microphones then speedily fled
Ran for my life so I could run my life with no need to offend
But ultimately in my hopes and dreams' defense
I don't need a penitentiary, I only need the pen
I excavated intense through six feet in the dirty depths
That's a grave made for each percent of men who've yet
To recognize that life is just for them
I wrote this hole for me intended hopefully to feel wholly blessed
I Houdini retreat from this white collared straight-jacket with no regrets
But so my egret wings can spread, I can dream with my hands hemmed
Behind my back but I need to get release from bed to do more with these sheets I wet
To describe what breeds inside my head. April first I lost an idol, grandfather and friend
And I promise honest, on his honor, I'll never be idle again
I promise: Honest, on his honor. I will never be idle again