The things to come are very good my friends;
very good indeed;
I intend to make amends for all my evil deeds.
I am a poet!
The space laid between the lines is sometimes more important,
than what is rhymed!
I commit linguistic writing crimes!
OK PAUSE AND WAIT WHILE I SCREAM IN CAPS!
- cause for at least a second this thought was
- that orgasmic
- in ways
Holy fucking shit.
Look at this.
Like what is this shit?!
I’ve fucking lost it!
The rhyme and meter doesn’t even EVEN out; when
you and I aim to displease to please each other!
I think about thoughts that we are taught not to think about!
I create so much discomfort with society;
those shunned from what society deems A NORMality AN ABnormality!?
I guess Ill use that power against them and
CREATE an ARMY of zombies that can’t ignore me;
an army of futuristic cannibalism that see a vision in me!
But alas, I am a poet!
I Intractability master the page,
then disputably master what I want to display.
I’ll never ever be able to convey now the moment has passed.
While those I wanna piss off – I piss off with ease;
to believe everyone is equal!
I set every one at unease to see that everyone is un-eased
please wait and see …
My words are not just a man speaking
in the wind….
They will haunt you…