Reflections on my poetic influences
It was extreme poetry when middle aged "rappers"
thought Edgar Allan Poe was corny.
Sequence crew had this aura of dominance
that was desired, ironic.
When I was ten I could rap like King Tim.
Fast forward to age eighteen and
you couldn't pay me to acknowledge the gem.
The hidden talent of blindly rambling and making sense.
An ironic, translation type, siance that's mastered by writers.
Declared angelic and that settles it.
You can write dark sentences and daily repent of it.
God only knows what type of demon is being cast out
in the process.
The flow is still Congress. Filibusters.
Dancing in South Africa with Serafina.
Hornets on honesty. Y equals
flow lethal before legal. I'm voting people .
Freedom of the press kits with nine other
fathers of the constitution immunity.
Can do this forever.
It's surety as surely as Stacey Lattisaw
use to do it.
Hot doging cause cats up and relish my musings too.