Metaphoric exploration devoted to manipulated occupations
occupying the nearest lobby with a resume picking off the patient
sticking to the wall, quietly pacing with a grin and bow tie
look slim in my own right, but willing to eat anything in my bowl
I, contend with the best eating rice spitting out seeds of watermelon
got tree's growing in the spots I spat in, you talking to God, honor presence
carry on in friendship the paradox if a cancer ticking clock
they couldn't swallow their pride in my sight, had to get a box
suited to their individual sizes, the almighty has risen, given witnesses excitement
get twisted & divided into divisible islands when I pencil insults into literal consignment
sat with my leg's cross reminiscing over mint leaves & eucalyptus
two clips equipped ready for use, loose mind, son's set ready til' the moon eclipses us
resume to everyday men...fighting in the trench of the mind
dug deep only to be re imagined again while reciting the end of times
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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