The Sun; a guillotine.
With its giant convex blade of light
Slicing through my skull
Eyes first
At 186,282 miles per second.
My floaters explode
Like ejaculant;
Smashing and spattering
Outward
All over the white hole oversoul.
“Tag!” Says the Sun.
“You’re it!”
Totally nasty and straight out sick
Rawr...hate trash
And it's on the floor
Say, can I clean the Dorm 3 floor?
hey! i love clean environments
I done went Rawr
inside of my car
possesing the skills
that could make me a star
as soon as I be
get down on one knee
tebowing forgive my sins
and let me walk free
chained to this place
like I have no choice
I still sing, inside of me
like I have no voice
just want to be heard
hang on to my word
as if wise, under disguise
as a mocking bird
mocking my moves
whatever I do
victims of hate, can you relate
like I do to you
Given to temptation
all my lost relations
brother, be warned
see hate and feel scorned
and when its all over
look over your shoulder
just as I was reborn
to sit in the rhyme of a nursery
on this anniversary
of an important biological event
Mastery.
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