Punchlines To Death...

Like new invented machine my poetic style is unique and different from the rest...
In love with my writing style like a baby loves is mother's breast...
Like new born bird I stay comfort in my poetic nest...
It's humble beginnings cause even the great wall of China started with a single brick...
Everyday is like am awarded a penalty in the 90th minute of a football match,that's why I treat every opportunity like its my last winning kick...
Blessed with the spirit of Muhammad Ali in the hospital my confidence makes medicine sick...
In front of a mirror shouting am the greatest repeating the word's like a song chorus or hook...
Everyday in my mental kitchen preparing food for the thought's,trying different recipe's until the people get to taste the knowledge I cook...
The knowledge I prepare on these poetic table's is deeper like verses of Revelations in the bible book...
Like Michael Jackson am moonwalking with my word's on these poetic pages,creating a poetic dance for others to mimic...
That's why my poetic inspiration is like the sweetness of life to a dying man in a clinic...