Ode
Amendments looking valiantly bleak whilst the street feels the heat of the press compels the
distress inside the world in the midst the poor have no door only steps leading down how
many times does the hitcher hitch rides and the tides carry the sweet poems through the
unknowns and the galaxies seem empty for the ears are fastened with dears to the letters
above and the sin of corruption from top to bottom alters the rotten apple to stay rotten thrown
in the trash for it was not eaten and the meeting of the summits plummets towards endless
heights stressing the fights of everyday man and everyday woman and everyone should
believe that even they can climb the ladder in this forgotten space for all Americans can
become an ace just look in the trash and you might find that a perfect ten is a perfect dime but
not all dimes are fine fore all dimes dont walk the straight and narrow line in this time what is
wrong with me as we twirl around the same sun while the dumb dont pick up and the
intellects dont give up spoiled fucked rags etched in the filthiest yarn and the barn is filled with
animals so we should all move in fore the sin is not caring the sin is not feeling the dealing of
caring is ornate whilst the slate of feeling is opaque so life is way too real to forget how others
may feel disintegrate the emptiness of business comprised of the loneliness whilst the dist of
the fist pounds the scribbling dream and the cigarette fiend hollering whilst dishonoring child
rebelling against the meaning of life begging for the knife to make another mark of the tree of
emptiness the tree of life as the youths stress disrupts the serenity of doubt driven by the
market of the prodigy and the message the rich dont get watching the hours ticking by as I try
to spell and fly into the sky filled with clouds erupting for freedom open up to rain for we are all
insane you are watching me and I am watching you but neither of us know what to do so we
scribble a word fore I am a part of the herd but they always go for the young or the sick and
then you always had no idea what you were seeing but what you are seeing is real life give me
a pitch and you will see ill tell you what you will see you will never want to pitch to me fore I did
not strike out or hit in a run I hit a grand slam and that you educated man even a poor boy can
fore the misspelled no punctuation free nation only strives whilst the poets always take the
fatal dives so when you close the curtain you will think what color was the curtain
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Amendments looking valiantly bleak whilst the street feels the heat of the press compels the
distress inside the world in the midst the poor have no door only steps leading down how
many times does the hitcher hitch rides and the tides carry the sweet poems through the
unknowns and the galaxies seem empty for the ears are fastened with dears to the letters
above and the sin of corruption from top to bottom alters the rotten apple to stay rotten thrown
in the trash for it was not eaten and the meeting of the summits plummets towards endless
heights stressing the fights of everyday man and everyday woman and everyone should
believe that even they can climb the ladder in this forgotten space for all Americans can
become an ace just look in the trash and you might find that a perfect ten is a perfect dime but
not all dimes are fine fore all dimes dont walk the straight and narrow line in this time what is
wrong with me as we twirl around the same sun while the dumb dont pick up and the
intellects dont give up spoiled fucked rags etched in the filthiest yarn and the barn is filled with
animals so we should all move in fore the sin is not caring the sin is not feeling the dealing of
caring is ornate whilst the slate of feeling is opaque so life is way too real to forget how others
may feel disintegrate the emptiness of business comprised of the loneliness whilst the dist of
the fist pounds the scribbling dream and the cigarette fiend hollering whilst dishonoring child
rebelling against the meaning of life begging for the knife to make another mark of the tree of
emptiness the tree of life as the youths stress disrupts the serenity of doubt driven by the
market of the prodigy and the message the rich dont get watching the hours ticking by as I try
to spell and fly into the sky filled with clouds erupting for freedom open up to rain for we are all
insane you are watching me and I am watching you but neither of us know what to do so we
scribble a word fore I am a part of the herd but they always go for the young or the sick and
then you always had no idea what you were seeing but what you are seeing is real life give me
a pitch and you will see ill tell you what you will see you will never want to pitch to me fore I did
not strike out or hit in a run I hit a grand slam and that you educated man even a poor boy can
fore the misspelled no punctuation free nation only strives whilst the poets always take the
fatal dives so when you close the curtain you will think what color was the curtain
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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