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Rockefeller approach
To a semi-infested host,
Huddling over the
Invincibility of a Roach.
Incredibly morose
Patron with a broach
Towards his fantasy vacation.
Semi-annual revision
Of the manual
On how to handle
The long drive's mesmerization
And sluggish road blocks.
Chunking rocks
In the windows
Of Coyote Ugly pitstops,
Drooling with a drip drop
Is a slick grease spot,
Where the themes rought
Of a systematic existence
We're taught not
To fight back;
Put my jacket on the coat rack
For a back rub,
And a hat tug
On the head of my
Evolutionary benefiting
Skin-tight club,
That absorbs my love,
But also displays it...
Which sometimes results
In heart aches and being hated.
I didn't plan it,
But the way I played it
And they way you payed it attention
Made it seem
Like my underlying intention;
Secret agent mission.
Your affliction is your motor,
It works too hard on your crown.
My affliction is my bow,
I use to bring other Chariots to the ground;
Like your city crumbling;
Ill be your Mayor,
Destroy the papers
And send soldier later
To take the city down
As a promising favor
To my generic neighbor;
Inappropriate procreate endeavor.
A bitter sweet flavor
To the taste of the vapors
That serves as the acting Raiders
To my lost Heart;
Somewhat of a lite spark
In the darkness within my chest.
A nest of crows in my head
Is where I hid the rest
Within a Raven's egg;
Pulling over to make a homestead
In an old house,
With a broken bed
Where the bold mouse
Makes brooms sweep
To tidy up and make neat,
So I can fall asleep
Or continually roam around.
Call the clown,
Tell him the show's canceled
From him being too cynic
Towards a scenic view without his vandal on it;
Blue Forrest
Black Foliage,
With a Red Cottage in the middle.
A Green village of Yellow people
With tools that are still simple.
There goes a ripple in their common sense,
Living within brand named tents
With rose-tented glasses
That helps him look past the
Problem within this picture,
His permanent fixture
Upon his face
That has taken the place
Of his natural case.
He loses tense
When he speaks of it.
Mistaking the Then and Now,
But now and then
You can find him
Sending his vulture eyes
To pry on what he has written down.
