Think of the clock chiming
its your homecoming
At home she's a tourist
filling the disco floor with virtue
her bourgeois extreme thrives,
transport yourself a new personality
brandish your interment interest
show your mental process
2 steps forward
6 back
At home she feels timid
there's no gang sweetheart
just the statutes of the once great
awaiting toppling
in dew clad desperate February
I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.
I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.
My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.
My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.
Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.
Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.
I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.
Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.
Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.
Constant thoughts:
The meditation, devising silent destruction
Delusions, anxiety highly distortion
Fundamental thoughts,
Confusion of sorts out of proportion
The consequence of the aftermath
This black messiah without emotion
Constant thoughts rumbling
In my head like a wasp’s nest in chaos
While external still internal mental mayhem in turmoil
Cracking thunders beyond human imagination
Because the power of my concentration
Leaps through boundaries of unheard discoveries
At a depth of no recovery
This is a mental process
As put hand on my chest and mind
Teaching the mentally blind
As they stay behind
The constant thoughts
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