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When I'm writin'
I just seem to see the storm encroachin'
Even whilst I'm in the fields sowin'
I'm still able to see blight approachin'

I'm tryna make the rhymes wavy
Tryna make 'em savory like gravy;
Tryna make a rhythm and a verse
Call me crazy;
Even if I end up in a hearse
As the driver or the one in the pall
Notwithstanding
I'm finna risk it all
Nonetheless
I'll jump at risk of fall
Yeah, I'll jump at risk of fall

Nearly drowned but I'm okay
Went to Triton with a bouquet
Saw a bull and I said olé
Then I went on my merry way

Poems like a powder keg
Like I'm living in the Balkans
In 1914;
Give me protein
Give me something
I just need to keep my sugar up;
Adimpleate my cup
Observe the chalice from which I sup
All the malice with which I put up
Drink, drink, drink
From the sink, sink, sink's
What I do, get a clue
Let me explain it to you:
I, dip my two hands in the water
And bring them to mouth
Like a member of Gideon's army
So even if things were to go so far south
I just know all my senses are set to alarm me

Lots of people want to make a lasting matrimony
With their misery
They need advisory
They're the kind of ones to put their mouths to the river
Taking both eyes off the enemy

I'm a chosen one
Even whilst I'm drinking from the faucet, son;
I keep the rhymes spinning
Like a merry-go-round;
Man, I'm so in love with writing that I merge it with sound;
And
When I'm writin'
I just seem to see the storm encroachin'
Even whilst I'm in the fields sowin'
I'm still able to see blight approachin'
I keep myself calm
I'm a monk from Tibet;
And if you must drain me
Then try your pipet
I'm the ocean
You will get wet;
I'm an underdog
Make a good bet

Call me Galapagos, I am evolved;
See all the things in which I am involved;
Many a quandary conquered and solved;
Many a salt that I've gone and dissolved

Gotta give the credit to above;
Gotta give my love
To my kinfolk
All the same folk
Who did raise me when I was yolk
And I also thank my kith
Some were friendly
Some were surly
But I've always pushed on heartily
Like Odysseus in myth

Witness revolution like a Leonora Sansay;
I dispatch with opposition, you can call me sensei;
I dream all day
Then write all night
And, you will find, I bear such great respect for plight
People, all around, haven't earned my trust
Rather sit here and drown
Than give you my brush

Spend my days down low, low, low
And I won't give up
Either pen or flow

I walk all around
And see creatures crowned
And I feel the ground beneath
Shake as they're given wreath

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