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Without Poetry I would just be…. No meaning
Same brother, like the really fake ones on TV
Standing in a pile of brown steaming feces
Yeah, yup that is how I’d be existing without poetry
Without Poetry, you couldn’t ever know me
Just another every day faze, standing on corners dazed
Confused by the way the world reverses in daily diatribes
Without Poetry I’d survive poorly played out by facsimilies
Without Poetry, how should I ever become, 2b?
No questions about where, when and how come its me
I’d see past deliveries as closed curtains, lost without certainty
Transmitting radio waves of ruling parties, soul-lessly existing
Persisting in keeping it really, non factual in my everyday deliveries
Without Poetry, folks would be like man you crazy 2b…..
Writing all your “ish” out in the open for others to critique
Teaching others that although different paths, but on same flights
The fire would be doused, as all trails of blaze would be put out
Nah, not me, I ain’t ever gonna try living Without Poetry…..
PEACE
