Friday, December 30, 2016


Passive aggressive, impressively passive
My faith in humanity, smaller, once massive
But age has a way of uncaging reality
If that was me, somehow life is corralling me
I’m for the taking, but I’ll give no time away
If not for bullshit I’d write 80 rhymes a day
Really, it’s easy, my quantity, quality
Get to the heart of me, you’ve got a wall to see
You’ve got confusion you never expected
Bravado, and passion, excitement, rejection
Complexity seeps from the thoughts that won’t blossom
My mind never sleeps, and that’s always my problem

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