Humble MasterpieceA Poem by Not hereHere it goes... My rhyming flows... Tired of my shows? Get ready. Those were what I chose to appease the rows who wanted to depose this masterful C. E. O. they say has overexposed all the secrets under his nose. They say I lead psychos and honestly I suppose they have a stone to throw but even they don't know where I am ready to go. I'm gonna take my flow to the end of the world, so no I won't sit back below you people who bestow all the fame to John Doe's writing. It's just so-so so I'm gonna let this blow... Bitten, smitten, back-stabbed, low-handed and hidden. Hurt, abused by different views. Persecuted like Jews in World War Two. Everyone else constantly amused by all the things that make me confused. So give me a second, may I be excused? I have to go find a bomb and defuse 'cause I'm Superman with a super plan when this all began I dreamed of black sedans but now the span of a few years maybe a few too many beers coupled with a lot of tears soon enough I could disappear and they'd blow up like a bombardier. Why don't they just come and see this all of these humble masterpieces? Pretending I'm just full of great bliss whilst I'm lost in this deep black abyss. But I can't afford to reminisce all those memories turn to wisps. Those memories fly away in the wind once again I find a friend stabbing me in the back again. How did this become such a trend? Is this really the end of all the good times? Pretend that we are nothing more than two people who unfortunately accrued lots of hippity-bippity-bop-boo. That's what we called the magic but it turned out to be tragic we lost everything we hoped for and now I'm here sitting at your door wishing for just one more kiss or hug. And I swore that I would never abhor you but what happened post-war between us made me explore the things that I had ignored. I realized who I could be, so I became a new me, a me that you will never see because your stuck up your own tree living your life on emotional sprees, pretending your fine when you won't be. You won't be, you can't be, because after I gave you everything you broke me, you choked me, and now you just provoke me on purpose. You woke me and now this beast won't ever sleep. I'm too busy eating those sheep you count as you lay in a curled heap your new man beside you as you reap the seeds you sowed. I'll always know what it's like to fight a fight against the odds against the frauds. So here I am and I'll never cease making this, my humble masterpiece.
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