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Finding the Throne

Look at this throne 
Riddled with cracks
And covered in bone
It's time to drop the facts

I'm the best at verse
When writing spoken word
It erupts in a burst
And you know I'll be heard

So just chill out
Listen to the smooth transition
And obliterate all doubt
This rhyming game is my mission

I don't even think twice
I just follow the nice flow
Like a roll of the dice
And let it go where it may go

My poetry is dandy
My stanzas have flair
Don't you dare call me Randy
Or you'll get an RKO out of nowhere

I sat right here
For so many years 
But I had a deeply rooted fear
And shed manly tears

This decrepit old thing
It was the seat of my very soul
Once decked out with bling
Now suffering time's great toll

My life could go down the drain
But I could mask the pain in rhythm and rhyme
And even though it left a stain
Ironically it was a joyous time

I get contemplative over the past
As I reclaim this throne that was always mine
Those glory days were a blast
But my verse is like wine, always fine

I may lack social graces and common sense
But in poetry I found courage to be me
Let me just eat a few peppermints
Because my rhymes are still fresh and free

I found my throne
And I've thrown my game
This is what you've been shown
It'll never be the same

Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019

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