I'm not your ordinary poet
I don't piece together rhyme by rhyme I'm abstract with itI destroy the language as we know it by viscously stuffing entendres, similes and metaphors into a pastry that run on Like that last stanza I gave ingredients to junk food for thought I'd say something like; as ignorant as it seems Instagram framed it then you saved it and somehow we still missed the big pictureI'm not your ordinary poetI take my appearance and my profession ball it up then cram it into a waste basket in a painting of my filthy roomI am living art because my creator drew up the plans and I came to life as if someone yelled clear and erased my dead weight
G.Moore
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2b2b2 says: Great Play....ONE |
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royale jones says: no you are not sir! no you are not! |
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