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Splendidly ZINN
Once upon a time
as this paragraph begins
The first sentence
leads impeccably
to the end
My intentions intending
these words that I'm sending
To you as a friend I extend
If you have an ear
that you can hear with
right here then would you lend
As for me
an ear of corn I will send
You can not ascend
from descending
and descend
from ascending
At the same point and time
then transcend from pretending Over the deep end is where I'm blind and blend in
With the blended blendingly unblending
To defend is to commend Condescended by this condescension
As the weak continually condescend
A sinning offender
Repeatedly without surrender
A fake grinning contender
A mind bender to remember broken at the skin
as I broke at the mend
I can not amend
what I broke at the bend
How swimmingly I now drown Broken at the fin
up with dope smoke
now it's gone with the wind
Once again and again
on this poison
independently I depend
Again once again once again and again
and again for myself I must fend
Once again as for me
Once again for myself I must tend Once again and again
again once again
I spend again once again
Hemmed in by the wickedness they vend again
A misfit now nowhere
I find I fit in
Self loathing is becoming
my trendy new trend
Inside me is the enemy
Unbecomingly I'll befriend
Looking in the mirror
I am sincerely contemned
I'll take one on the chin
for I am Mr ZINN
Distance I recommend
from yourself
and from your sins from within
Demons can become closer
than your first next of kin
keenly I comprehend as all around me is clearly condemned
Depending the ending
With the ending still pending
I'm attending perhaps intending
On pretending in a happy ending
As the stingy and dingy
Infringe on this binge
I am singed and unhinged
By their twinge as they cringe
Red inked stains on the wall
Like bloody dope
Inside a rusty syringe
Pensive I set and spin
With my red inked bic pen
pinned in by my pen
thoughts I send
Although the beginning
is now ending
as the ending has begun beginning
With the extended ending still pending
I'm splendidly zen
It's not so much how you start
the race that mostly matters
Nor does it matter much
where it's at WIN you begin
What's comparatively imperative
Is the fact of the matter
What is more importantly rather
is how you finish it
and where your heart's at
WIN you end
as this paragraph begins
The first sentence
leads impeccably
to the end
My intentions intending
these words that I'm sending
To you as a friend I extend
If you have an ear
that you can hear with
right here then would you lend
As for me
an ear of corn I will send
You can not ascend
from descending
and descend
from ascending
At the same point and time
then transcend from pretending Over the deep end is where I'm blind and blend in
With the blended blendingly unblending
To defend is to commend Condescended by this condescension
As the weak continually condescend
A sinning offender
Repeatedly without surrender
A fake grinning contender
A mind bender to remember broken at the skin
as I broke at the mend
I can not amend
what I broke at the bend
How swimmingly I now drown Broken at the fin
up with dope smoke
now it's gone with the wind
Once again and again
on this poison
independently I depend
Again once again once again and again
and again for myself I must fend
Once again as for me
Once again for myself I must tend Once again and again
again once again
I spend again once again
Hemmed in by the wickedness they vend again
A misfit now nowhere
I find I fit in
Self loathing is becoming
my trendy new trend
Inside me is the enemy
Unbecomingly I'll befriend
Looking in the mirror
I am sincerely contemned
I'll take one on the chin
for I am Mr ZINN
Distance I recommend
from yourself
and from your sins from within
Demons can become closer
than your first next of kin
keenly I comprehend as all around me is clearly condemned
Depending the ending
With the ending still pending
I'm attending perhaps intending
On pretending in a happy ending
As the stingy and dingy
Infringe on this binge
I am singed and unhinged
By their twinge as they cringe
Red inked stains on the wall
Like bloody dope
Inside a rusty syringe
Pensive I set and spin
With my red inked bic pen
pinned in by my pen
thoughts I send
Although the beginning
is now ending
as the ending has begun beginning
With the extended ending still pending
I'm splendidly zen
It's not so much how you start
the race that mostly matters
Nor does it matter much
where it's at WIN you begin
What's comparatively imperative
Is the fact of the matter
What is more importantly rather
is how you finish it
and where your heart's at
WIN you end
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