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You went off the screen 
Never to be seen 
Can’t find you on google
You don’t even tweet
Like Tweet 
I feel like smoking cigarettes 
No, I’d rather scream
But who will hear me 
Because it makes a sound in the inside
As it breaks to pieces.
As it goes up in flames
Only ashes remains.
Just when you thought I was finished
This is not poetry this is a handbook
Pain as a hobby continues
An artist, like myself and others
I’m sensitive about my s***
Deadlier than the bombs that went over Hiroshima
I’ll cover the door enough so you don’t get hurt by the toxic fumes
When I’m done my name will be synonymous with Picasso
Hum, what I’m I serving up today?
This is God’s gifting 
I hope I’m not using it wrong
I just lay it on you and serve it cold
You can heat it up and don’t forget to eat the bones
It’s like throwing pearls before swine
Jesus you inspire me with your words so much
I’m adopting them as "my precious"
I hope to make you proud of me
I’m your advocate 
Tavarus M. Moreland read the credit line
My word play and intelligence quotient have an unlimited shopping spree
I don’t need the Black Card I have Ken Chenault on speed dial
My words are prophectic
The power of life and death reside in the words
Who is that? Who is he? 
I’m the one that is refreshing your memory
The one you almost forgot about 
You bloggers are about as deep as puddles in the streets
I’m trafficking on you
Avoiding you at all costs because I can see right through you
Not even good enough to step on
Put a clap on
Do you ever read that crap before you type it out on the keyboard, put your fingers up 
I’m handcuffing your fingertips.  
I'm charging you with reckless keyboard endangerment!

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