Questionably Questioned...A Poem by apennylateChest-earner...Questionably questioned by the quest-givers I'm a chest-earner and I dig deeper to find lines that place my rhymes inside your mind tonight... I'm a dark dragon seeking a stark mistress on a dime... No warlock circle to burn on my skin I am a sin of worthlessness in the lurch of learning magic whips... I'm a laughingstock as the tablet flips tables of woe Blows and throes... I'm not Thor, no hammer and cord... A zoid, I am moist... Rejoice that my voice can transform transcribe describe... Imagine the blight that will rise when they copy my hidden light this time I'm "ite"... Divine blind and now I free-grab rewind so the bee-line can define bright lies... Behind enemy lines my wine is bitter like winter on the back of grime... Slide your fines in the one-way ticket receiver and bide your brine so the wet can align with the vetting of your soul... Whole toll is folded... A paper-heart in a socket wrapped in a pocket I'm on a rocket ship marked with lips like a dark kiss... Wish I had no lisp but after today I wish the rips and wasp dips would leave me tossing and turning... Needing grit...? Oh, you wish...
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