The Science teacher told his eager class
"Alas, I can’t read without my eye glass
In rest room, left my testicles"
What he meant was ‘spectacles’
The children broke into laughter en masse
Because of my Nationality I try to learned a few other language Spanish I speak some but reading and Interrupt I can do better French I speak a Little But reading and Interrupt I can do better I can read Latin as well and knowing the rules for this languages make poetry little different but intriguing it is a word I think is Francophone but when talk about the mechanic of the speech and language is more like Villanelle with Malapropism and Parallelismus Membrorum kind of spread mechanic which some would called street poetry. Some people want me to rap but my mom would not approve I see that alot on message but when selling million of records you have to have countries behind you I guess some what to coach me who knows but one thing is sure art and land is one thing that always goes up inflation. My poem is mint for spoken word I just wrote the books to get to audio books hope one day everything work it self out.
The cloud is set to cry
Thunder rumble
A sunday in RCCG
Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism
Members of choir malaguena(- ing)
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple
A chest-piece in between my ego
As my thoughts grew larger and thinner
I stood in the company's of fools
Upturning sanity for relativity
In the laboratory of my thoughts
I adulterated truth for thoughts
Questioning the audacity of morality for the concept of anything goes
Romancing with secularism and syncretism
In holy matrimony i stood with duplicity
Igniting animistic junks
Dancing round the camp fire of spiritism
I an offspring of paranoiac
Swam with mundane and nude views
In the harmony of my vain thoughts
A lightning electrocute my rear ear
A voice slashed me like sash, saying
' awake brother, the service is over'
awoh awoh
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