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Nixed

11/14/21


As real as it gets
This can not be nixed
No more if's

Had to flip the script
With an occasional blip
On my shoulder is no chip

But I still can't satisfy this itch
It's gone beyond getting rich
A simple niche
Or going for a fix
Can't ever call it quits
Always got to watch my six

I see through your antics and tricks
For information people pry and fish
Still so fast to snitch
As life continues and ticks

Paparazzi taking pics
Others in the dark like they turned off the light switch
It's far past time I dip
And work on my drip

Going past psychic
Or the need for a sidekick
It's become righteous
Meanwhile the tide shifts
Inside the darkest rift
Among space I'd drift

I could plead the fifth
Wait a minute, my spirit is beginning to lift
Got to polish my gifts
Can't expect any hints
Or rely on a lunar or solar eclipse

Time will tell if other life may exist
Easy to make a list
Or to raise a fist
Then take a risk
It will be a hit or a miss

Do you truly get the gist?
Is it crystal clear or is there only a mist?
During every turn and twist
In the midst
Got to outwit
Instead of falling into deep pits
Might've not been what you wished

Instead of staying pissed
And getting caught up on being an Atheist
I changed a bit
They're often faking it
A dishonest picture they depict

I'll admit
Took grit
Did not help to throw a fit
Or to be a hypocrite
Had to see it through until the finish
And clean my own mess or dish

Often done spontaneous
With or without an alias
Should address me as your radiance
If only you knew the half, instead of the miscellaneous

The path would unexpectedly split
Getting slick so easily you could slip
Unless you were prepared to dig deep through all of it

Damn she's thick, look at them hips
Over time the disc started to skip
In an instant the life string getting snipped
Loose lips sink ships
You clowns stink like s***

All day and night long, I'd drink and sip
Atop a big old cliff
On the brink of it
Regarding reality losing my grip
Yeah it's true life's a b****
And quite the trip

Not long after the Genesis
Across all premises
Amateurs and John Wicks
Full and empty clips
Got proof or no evidence
It's of no use or comes with benefits
Keep it dead or let it live
Falling behind or way ahead of them
It's understandable or makes no sense to em'
Some remain envious
Others the friendliest
Harmless or venomous
While among the elements
And species like elephants
In a world with artificial intelligence
Many rejected and others accepted it

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2021

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