I could literally write a poem about anything, weird, a little, itsy bitsy spider, arrogantly, gallavanting, forward to find his lover, and kiss her, tell her its over, we'll see you in the next world, the best girl, watch the flower unfurl, I'm in high school, nope, got to go, I'll see you on Tuesday, Frank, frankly I can still, flow outward, to greet her, met her, fed her, feasted for four months, ordained, black magic, I should be in shackles, for all the grime I'm spitting, do you want a medal, the next level, and he waited forever,

I’ll get him next time, the next rhyme, fame and fortune, glory to my family, can you carry me, and the next thing echoed out, and he kept making choices, programmed to do the best, and the poet died there,

Really make it, churn, butter fingers, sex at seventeen, something lame, and I came, left, catch you next Tuesday,

Perspective, the human connection called out, the body started whispering, too heavy,

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Call the guards,

The show must go on,

And he drank a cup of water,

And he fell asleep,

Dreamt of a transaction,

Witches and crime,

Fighter this time,

Old Spice, old men, and old pine,

Good time,

Next rhyme,

Tuesday night,

A bonfire and a light,

A firestarter,

Gotta catch her,

Follow the bunny trail,

I’m pretty good at that,

Someone keep watch on that,

Keep it in check,

The body might become,

Unbalanced, a balaclava,

I’m out, an outlaw now,

Fell into the abyss,

To drink your piss,

I miss her,

Think of her often,

That forgotten love story,

Of what reality echoed back,

The world and all the lovely flowers,

A wolf in power,

A weather report, the two towers, and the Americans, the Ents,

I know tumblr has got me this time,

A pretty good shot,

Of course she came,

Hopefully left,

A little lame,

And he started smoking,

Just a moment,

Five minutes and a picture of your breasts,

Okay, next Tuesday,

Caught,

Crime,

Eleven,

This time.