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maybe i am illuminati
I am thirty three years old
got a bit too much stomach
and I have fluid on my knee
probably had one too many
ring-a-round the roseys
with the ol' nervous system
but I still operate
from a tarnished silver space
between the heart and mind
that speaks behind words
and my spraycan itches
I wanna bomb the police cars
and prison walls
of gods kingdom
just with more poem
than rage
Rebellion has to mature
to live
and that type of growing
is too hot to be held
by the merely aged
The flare up of youth
supplies flicker from rush
but real heat requires ember
to sustain
it's been dawning on me
that these woods
have more wind chimes
hung high up in its trees
than actual spooks
seems the big wheel
with many faces
has but a dozen fuckers
running the light show
half
with bum knees
got a bit too much stomach
and I have fluid on my knee
probably had one too many
ring-a-round the roseys
with the ol' nervous system
but I still operate
from a tarnished silver space
between the heart and mind
that speaks behind words
and my spraycan itches
I wanna bomb the police cars
and prison walls
of gods kingdom
just with more poem
than rage
Rebellion has to mature
to live
and that type of growing
is too hot to be held
by the merely aged
The flare up of youth
supplies flicker from rush
but real heat requires ember
to sustain
it's been dawning on me
that these woods
have more wind chimes
hung high up in its trees
than actual spooks
seems the big wheel
with many faces
has but a dozen fuckers
running the light show
half
with bum knees
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