All we did was take oats and worries
Now all we do is take oaths and wars
I am poetry but you cannot read
The orbs are playing with your
Common sense, called me flotsam
Only to sail on that retarded pole
Bitch you lost me with a capital B
Change your wombs into tombs
Am turning my sea-men from swim
Tadpoles into drowning nuts, stuck
in empty balls, let's tennis with our
Tenderness and darkest tensions
Long goodnight kiss on your soul
Now politely confront the night stars
My scales weigh heavy on late night
Moons, love is not my claim to fame
Though I am a Leo, holding true love
Too many seeds wrapped in plastics
Before they grow to witness caskets
Am avoiding breeding before death
Starts breathing in my cursed semen
I am as cautious as John F. Kennedy
Come back to life, as the president
Of that same united crazy farm of
Animals, I am a woke toxic poet
My existence is an error in this era
Filled with hatred, with violence,
With greed, with capitalist ideologies,
With apocalyptic flames in Amazon
Is there any place you know, more
nastier than the modern day society?
How can my seed grow in such horror?
I am an idiotic savant, a sappiosexual,
but I probably will marry a retard, to
have daily conflicts, which I love much,
and continue being depressed for a
Lifetime, with fallen Gods, buried in
their dirts of opinions by Satanists
walking on straight line towards purpose,
while you and I zig zag deeper into
darkest of thoughts, depriving lifeless
lives of life, my version of silence is a
castle in which I exhibit peace and
conceal my love from she gods of
oaths and eat my oats with the self
I watch the exodus of your emotions
Trying to reach me, I watch your
Consciousness holding you back,
Showing you the image you made
In your head about me, I watch your
Brain playing tricks with your emotions
I am peacefully killing closed mindedness
I used to think we were a match on fire
Now I know we are just a match on fire
By Lamin Drammeh
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January 29, 2021 17:33
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