Why Must My Genius Keep Wrestling With the Mundane Poetry the Rest of You Write

I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF BEING ENLIGHTENED My load has got to become lightened My sodden Saturdays and Sundays should be brightened And it’s not even an eventuality of being frightened It’s a matter of my being enlightened Every morning men arise to work another day I, on the other hand have the dope man to pay Lest I limp and crawl through to another night While chasing dope with needs and wants to fight “Good morning sweetie, how did my honey sleep? She wanted a description as to if it was lighthearted or deep Even as I slumber like a sloth climbing a tree In my sleep I knew it was time for me to flee I know enlightenment might provide enough insight But running gauntlets and out of luck just ain’t right I ran out of explicit patience and she out of generic hope And if you must know that’s why I keep chasing dope © 2011.…. Phreepoetree~ free cee!~