speaking of realness,
you know what helped
create these words?
removing the rhyme,
taking out that silly shit,
cheese bars all over,
yeah, that stuff sucked.
i cringed at every read,
had to wipe it all away,
now no one knows
how those ones go,
not even me.
you think you’d still
be reading my poems
if i threw out some
spiritual miracle lyrical
individual bullshit?
nah, you’d just laugh,
“what the hell does
all of this mean?
did you just throw
whatever words
could make a rhyme?”
that’s all it took
to make a shit poem,
silly rhymes and
some kind of rhythm.
so i thought, at least,
before this came along
and turned my head.
now i’m writing and
turning your heads,
but it wouldn’t be
that way if i kept
to the script, would it?
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