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Throughout our life, I've politely
Tried to write and recite my rhymes that excite ME
And I've done so quite nicely
But my psyche that’s shut hermetically tightly
Refuses to speak so nicely or concisely
And so despite my feisty psyche
That continues to rhyme bible lines contritely
It tries me to spite me
And it does surprise me
That he tries to baptize me
So I might capsize and chastise HE
As he tries to tell me
That MY TRIES Are lies
So I despise his lies, see?!
Telling me his truthful lies
I give him aloof bull ties
Because I can't stand
How he grandstands
And TRIES to reprimand
So I stand command
And demand that his hand
Drop down in strife and land in lifes quicksand
So I withstand his writ scams
Because even my written scripts can
Overdose a foe
As I impose my flows on those
Yet some folks confuse my spewage
For modern 'crap rap' sewage
But I'm an attuned WIT MUTANT
Not hybrid but more than a human consuming
So don’t go amusing or using confusion as an illusion
Because MY FUMES illumine
Remain sane on this plane
With his brain and disdain
I educate and ENTER > TAIN with syllabic amusement
And I always leave residue of improvement
Yet THEY choose to refuse it
Because they're still stuck in psycho-recruitment
For the eventuality of intellectual entombment
And others choose to be human buffoonery in truancy
Rather than STUDY HIS every movement
Like an illumined and prudent student
And so they go back at it
Like a past crack addict, that’s back at it in the attic
Enigmatic and phlegmatic
But my mind and my rhymes are stigmatic
And automatically reacts to tragedy
That which be humanity and its lack of sanity
So my propane of profanity
Is syllabically collapsing the galaxy
All the while my style varies and constantly carries
No more lingering linguistics and He tarries
Wordplay merging like two people getting married
Converging words with perps that lurk
And curse at church to serve the one that usurps
So the question is….Whom or what purpose do you serve?!
