Raw Talent need no Filters

Suppose I threw it in your faces Please don't anybody asked of me to decided anything, I am not in the mood to explain: I do not know if Mr. Trump is running or not, or if he is too old, that he might stumble and fall (?? Or who will make the best candidate for this upcoming election of 2024 might be. We as citizens must wake up and see that politicians and thieves all have the same mentality: denial is not our friend, No matter what, it's a known fact, that elected leaders won't protect American democracy. Please don't asked of me to decided anything, I am not in good state of mind My way of thinking about life is to hard and run, at my age I am too old to learn: Nonattachment, disengaged, I have no one to answer too: no weeping willows for me>(na sa!) In the hands of a skilled poet, which I am not, rhyme and rhythms doesn't matter to me I allow my raw talent to speak for itself. My island tongue to lash out freely, Nor will I apologize to anybody, about my way of delivering my sentences Without proper nouns or pronouns, I would gladly say my gradable adjective is bold. Tell me, which is more important, your criticisms or are you making sense of my raw talent. English language poetry, what he s is that. Let me break this down “Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, google it. And read for yourselves I can relate to this poem; I can surely do. Annie Lander a nightingale. Yep! But mostly my poems are softly spoken, no audios, just plain, Sarah Palin (?? Please don't asked of me to decided anything, I am not in a good state of mind My sweetheart knows better than to asked anything of me in the morning, My high libido, my financial stress and his capability to man up and accept a reality that Feels unacceptable. However, I love him though at times my Kwaku K Suppose I was to be thrown it you all faces: Mississippi is an illusion and a wicked river, vote wisely yak all.