POETIC JUICE (SPOKEN WORDS)

Perrizzites lay babies in my brain

Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins

I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames

And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game

My passion has no mercy

It has no senseless shame

I’m sworn to secrecy

I have no poetic gain

And if I don’t write

I fear my brain will not retain

Tryna’ master the art of

Poetry.

Memory.

Retain.

I am desperate to be heard

I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words

 

 

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