GenusA Poem by Mike GoodwinSaid horn attack, I'm Seaking too, Snorlax, what's eating you? I pop up like peekaboo. Marill, Pikablu.
I feel like it's a fine man.
Let them go free. These minds and words are a good as yours and mine. You just shun the standard the pentified. And you don't know why. Thinking you're not part of this society. But it's true You are, It's inescapable No rules is that kind of nonsense, That makes so much sense, freedom fenced. Freedom isn't freedom unless you see things. Those teachers that dissect the lines, that's fine, That's their perception. Or some big wig's from education. a meticulous way, that my be boring to you but not complete bull. There is no such thing as bull, biases aside. A bull is a part of the animal kingdom, you know. No matter how bad, how robotic, how corrupt. It's all part of the world's scope. You might not know. But it's true. Innately true, ultimately true, unescapably true. Deny it if you will, But you deny with your identity. g mother effin g.
© 2012 Mike GoodwinAuthor's Note
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