Think about it

A Poem by Justaman

Just think about what i type for once.

Hey, I know it doesnt matter or occur to you, what batters and then scatters upon the canvas of disaster, until it finally just splatters the hue and color that makes up every gray hint and blue herring within you, until you' get a hint but only right after you lose the laughter, slight ooze of grey matter coming out of you until you choose to hold inside of you whats important until it spills like spilling out your gall bladder crazily like amazingly getting trapped within a crazy maze with which your stuck in with the mad hatter. Maybe youll recall or recollect a little bit of what truly matters, possibly a tiny spec that may help you collect the importance of non respect, but i bet youll never guess, that respect doesnt even exist. I know you all believe in belief, hah i couldve easily dressed myself in a dress, become a cross-dresser with a mask set the relief like setting full your dresser full of condoms, sex toys and little treats. Why do you all try to deplete whatever it is that i say, like im just an actor within a play, like playin the computer and then pressin delete; just admit defeat intimidatingly; because i scare easily, im a demon on stage causing rage to everybody whos fake.This life to you all is just a game, but you know it isnt array because life has death and death life, listen to this decree in disarray: so its real, but im not the one getting played. Because if you looked at me youd know that ive already laid' down everything for everyone, doin it without any pay, i may not get paid living for real, havent got laid once but still, ive re payed everyone so simply its simple and its plain; but all theyve done to me is pain me and get me slain. You all know im rising up for you as the writer of this century, even if im seemingly kind of mean, im nicer and more workable in every subject,in every way, but not articulate in math you see. Im purged but im unclean, this surge goin through to me is like translucently and tangibly walking thoroughly through walls spread apart like im dead and in surgery.I cant feel a single thing that hits me, if it ricocheted off of me then you know nothing metallic can topple me. Its hard to read the majority of my rhyme schemes, but this time ive made the scheme so you can read them easily. So easy that you could readily read them while choking and wheezing in the car on a freeway while it was 90 degrees while you were speeding highly. I know you want to read more but this is the end, wait for the next one, but im sure, that this one will get torn in half by each and all of your opinions.

Chorus: Just think about it for once in your lives, try doing it without being high, use the part in your mind, that really defies everything illogical, just find the right time to merge sci-ence to the point thats' logical, from each line to each word aligned; Think about it before we all die. Maybe if we would just rise up and use our neurons, we could make the brink to true civilization, but unfortunately were about to break that possibility to link' all our chains together for once, but i think were all just going to sink into the non reality, become the definition and root of what it means to become a worthless fatality. We want to race and outpace everybody, when money is the outcome, killing dreams so happily; let me face it myself, on my own, because to me,r

youre all just a bunch of severed rings. But maybe in another time another place, another species another race, another dimension another space; but this one, there's no doubt its a definite disgrace.