I'd rather not write poetry, I don’t really see it, but I know in my heart, it has complicated much of my life, so many spells have been cast, just flowing through the air, it binds so much of what I do, it could just be where I live, that inspires all of this, but one thing's for sure, my freedom has been limited, do a spin, jump, follow the signal, dance, dance, just when you thought you could feel good, you get smacked down, it’s not fun homie, I'd like to retire, for someone else to inherit these poems, I want the world to forget me, and maybe I can go back to working with computers, or the culmination of my desire, to be a peaceful shopkeeper, this whole process has messed with my perception, I don’t remember what normal is, it sort of made me heartless, when I look back to what I was trying to escape, the nine to five, being bored out of my mind, no desire, no excitement, I thought it would be a good idea, to fall in love, but something kept me from lunging at it, so I kept it in my pants, I simply wanted to pass, but signal, after signal, my body is honest, it loves success, it loves working, the future echoed, and it looked down on where I was, I love to suck dick, so I obeyed my father, what can you do, such is life, what’s a man without regrets, simply a life unrealized…

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