Don’t write poetry on a plane, Eminem can write a song, but homie, you’re not the same, it’s like turning off airplane mode, all the energy and frequencies, flowing through these poems, who knows what it will do, unchecked, interfere with machinery, that’s messed, stay close to the ground, ride a train, if you’re light enough, take a boat, maybe you can swim, personally I'd stay away, the ocean, this whole time, it waits, to swallow me whole, locked in her womb, how I was born, how I will die, it will be the same, this old tomb, how many has it consumed, anyways, all good things, have a price to pay, you know why I didn’t sleep with those nurses, that fat hen, so juicy, it would have lead to another prison, and I’d have to fight the whole way, it’s so much easier being a virgin, free of burden, but I’m still willful, I like to write, unfortunately, these words, so many spells, they really have a way, to bind my life…

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