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The Come Up

The come up

Serenade the hunger, feed the drought. When one's way is undecided nothing can be.
Something concrete can never be deteriorated into imbecile circumstantial behavior hence why beings with no soul never get credit. Adjust your stupid self, a genius is born but a con artist is made from a genius.

My poetic self left me dripping anxious spirits that never made it to revelations. I reveal my true self through rhythm. Blank pages i recite with magic ink captured by synonyms and yet Poets get bullied by verbs. Don't devoid let the nouns flow.

The come up silly like election day, going against myself  i could never erect to cosign elected idiots. Way, way, way they came on a two lane rendition, cut through decades.
Sleeping on conditions the book of liars never spoke off, I adhere strictly prohibited wisdom.

The  come up, The come up drains life energies that souls only witness in dreams.
I awoke to piss on thee, yet clothing ones body with wet sheets never descends prosperity. Proposed ideals and condominiums don't mean anything to the untrained eye, bye bye, die high.

What is this come up? this written testimony? who relates? is the writer portraying evolution through poetry or poetry through revolution? or simply a testimonial about ambition? have you come up? or you reading for the sake of forsaken foreskins?
Foresee the negative fossils while fueling the burning desire to forgive the reflection of unfulfilling moments.



   
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