If I could go away I'd never look back, I'm a full grown adult and I'm fucking trapped, like a rat trap snapped shut, in Laymen's terms I'm completely stuck, where would I go if I could leave, a place with wide open space and clean air to breathe, not the smog that hangs onto this city like moss to a log or a thick cloud like fog floating atop of a bog, pity it's a pretty sight in the moonlight, hazardous, whether it's day or night, lungs fight for oxygen amiss CO2, truth be told that's the real reason I'm blue, get a clue while I try to get a grip, I hit the grounds in the fall but I had a nice trip, I slip through the cracks unnoticed, anybody says different it's bogus, I know this because my empty court records show this, I don't fuck with the law get that motion dismissed, Legal Justice and I have never had a first kiss, yet the risks make me contemplate, looking over my shoulder with every step that I take, wondering could this be the last law that I break, I shake it off and try to keep a calm mind, try to keep it sublime, besides this will be like my one hundredth time, like my one hundredth rhyme, so why am I even talking about crime, oh it didn't get mentioned, because I stole your attention and captivated your imagination, any thoughts your having this moment are entirely by my creation, I planted a seed and then watched it grow, into you thinking about shit that you didn't even knew that you know, like what in the hell is this poems plot, and how many more rhyming words do I got, how many more lines can I jot, the answer to that question is simply a lot, I can simply keep going much like a river keeps flowing and flowing, there's no controlling once the ball starts rolling striking down words like pins get struck down in bowling, I spare no direction, no one gets any protection and I say what ever is at my upmost discretion about any and all subjects remaining in question, any objections I've got a suggestion, penicillin because your an infection that's made mess in time tested and properly respected traditions, traditionally speaking the way this poem is written, the order in which every word is sit in, from a conscious state of mind a piece of paper and ink pen, the hardest part to write since writing out the beginning seriously no pretending, is how to wrap it up and tie a bow around the ending.
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