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Best Poems Written by Rich Metzger

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Two Hand Clap

I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in relation to your class,
That's a diametric description of an uncommon process,
I use it to repel obnoxious thoughts and logic,
The political storm seems to be the hot topic,
But what I see is dinosaurs in power,
Who don't want to get off it,
The ball, you dropped it,
Gigs up, you lost it,
Wings done, let's sauce 'em,
Awareness has blossomed,
We done playing possum,
You're boss, we want him,
Bring him down to the bottom,
And let's make him aware of our consciousness.

Are you really missing this?
Yo this is Excentrix,
Rich's psyche been known to split in an instant,
I represent a hulk like samurai witch,
Equipped to solve problems via the switch,
Cuz the man inside there is just a little kid,
See I tell the truth even when I lie,
Puttin' juice in busted axioms like Pie in the Sky,
"Yo dude, you know that's an idiom?"
Suck it, you're an idiot,
Guards, get rid of him!
I'm a linguistic mystic,
Suffering from a transpiritual sickness,
Where I'll always be a kid,
And live through my own deliverance.

Witness as I stab my own body of Christ,
Feels so nice to bleed emotion into the night,
With Excentrix as my weapon of my own conception,
I can justify intervention into the seas of deception,
Cleverly apply art to the lesson,
Of respecting yourself and recognizing transgression,
I don't need a stinking studio session,
Just flex my pen and in the end I'm winning,
My mental digestion invents a feeling,
That feeling going to climb me to the top of nimbus,
Behind us is a portal to another dimension,
Forgot to mention I'm the medium for the transmission,
I must be the exception because I'm good at listening.

I flip furniture when pressured,
Then turn a lecture,
Into a story told next to a lectern,
No disrespect sir,
But I'm disturbed by your indiscretion,
So curb your enthusiasm,
Before I burn this whole place down with plasma,
I got the EMP flow I brought back from the Matrix,
Excentrix is MVP for knowing when to go back to the basics,
Take it from me,
The artistic process is worth taking a stab at,
Just to prove that we're all humans,
And American Celebrity is mostly a magic act.

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Exgenesis

Want Black Magic?
Who knew I could do hoodoo?
I been doing voodoo since I was a kid in my room, dude,
Club Metz played with dolls, bruh,
Excentrix loves this nostalgia,
CrashTheGame may have caused these problems,
I don't know who's to blame for the assault, ma!

I don't got to prove objectivity to you fart wads,
This project specifically maintains that you fart off,
Carted off, from the garden where dreams grow,
Monsanto got you to forgo your role
They got a piece of your soul,
Needs to be released, let go,
Before we can make peace on earth, ya know,
These seeds they sew,
Spread dirty pervy control,
Life in blight with no parole.

So amazed by the barrage from these lost kids,
Constantly flossin' their appalling catalogs of,
Garbly garbage of cultural nonsense,
Referencing mesmeric defilers of logic,
The internet is a representation of God, son,
Diverse direct democracy mixed with contagion,
Amazing Cajun flavor, enjoy the sensation,
Of desires manifesting without any patience

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Chief Complaint

Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest feature,
In reality media,
Put it on wikipedia,
We like, "Dawg, we hear ya!"
Stuff ain't black and white,
So let's punk these zebras,
Walkin' 'round like libras,
How 'bout we take their medicine,
To debilitate libidos,
Of ghouls in tuxedos,
Friggin' neato,
Now let's stop the peep show.

We gon' Murder, lazy suckers in art,
Not in the streets, are you a stinking sweet tart?
Be smart, avoid Agents Provocateurs,
Lessons learned from disturbed dealings with nerds,
I'm jealous of every one of you free punks,
Livin' lux' cuz you learned math and redux,
Methodology, just watchin' the flux,
Making rational decisions and earning big bucks,
Sucks to me be me cuz I'm a sensitive nut,
Driving the short bus right into a rut,
I once thought I was a cut above the rest,
Perhaps blessed,
But when putting faith to the test,
I found a lot of hex, and now maybe I'm vexed,
I realized my faith wasn't in myself,
It was in the rest,
So I went on a quest to discover why I felt,
And my feelings lead me straight to hell.

OMJeepers creepers,
Would ya get a load of these sheepish creatures?
Could ya set a tone of leaner demeanor?
Should ya live by the vote of some evil geezers?
I'm gettin' at the throat of some evil deeds,
I'm pullin' out weeds like, "who planted these?"
Some GMO seeds, like, "do we really need these?"
These things we see have an invisible leash,
I breath, I eat, I sleep, I compete,
I discriminate based on character for real,
No Little Bo Peep gon' convince me,
That skin means stink,
Look sir, I'm free,
To use intuition to see into you,
Sleuthin' through the politics that consume you,
Communistic who's who protruding through all the doo-doo,
You know this, Excentrix is super glue sticky dude.

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To Brittany Flood

Seven years, one for each of the sages,
Who rose up to lay the law of the ages,
Lessons learned in love and depravement,
I've abused abasement to the point of containment,
A deranged modality attempts to explain it,
Cuz my pain remains until I make these statements.

The central axiom is a fear of the Flood,
When it come, can't be an unprepared bad boy slinging mud,
I'll make commitments fit for public witness,
Burn bridges and get rid of this burn out image,
You know me, I'm the tortoise, not the hare,
I take my time when its important, ya hear?

Never knew how to love, just corrupt,
Never knew how to express, just erupt,
Clever dude who can impress in dress up,
But stressed with messed up feelings of never having enough,
We were young and dumb,
Played with fun and thunder,
Til I drove us apart in an emotional blunder.

Being divided was risky business,
And I've been so high I know my options are limitless,
But I didn't stray to far from my anchor,
It was a gamble to see if I was sank or,
If I would find some truth in freedom,
Like its meaningless unless shared with someone equal,
So the sequels been great but its just the prequel,
To the real story that just became believable.

A simple campaign born from a heart shaped sigil,
Collaborative good will and I schemed a little,
The end result is that my plan went diamond,
Let the Flood wash over me like I'm Leviathan,
There is no denying this is what you deserve,
A unique moment for beauty so absurd,
Meant only for a certain kind of nerd,
Produced by a wordsmith that loves all you serve.

If others only knew the way you carried me,
Up from my own hell after they jailed me,
You rarely fail even though I've failed you,
You've proven to me that love is true,
And for that I'm going to freakin' marry you.

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Ken Messed Up the Audio

Oh no,
Ken messed up the audio,
This will instill rage into an introverted bro,
I'm serving purpose by not flipping furniture for show,
This show is worthless,
I'm perturbed,
Let's just play Pokemon Go!
I think mic's are magic cuz of my lack of understanding,
Working with a two bit hack devoid of tact is so demanding,
No idea what he's doing,
Losing views to this bad acting,
Audacity must be to complex to be influenced by his actions,
This punks no professional,
So we gon subtitle this transgressional,
It's not a bad reaction to say,
Ken messed up the audio!



Get Krekelered,
Bent with perceptive reflexes,
Removing hexes placed on fairer sexes,
Emotional caresses of feelings protected,
Burn ya to learn ya empathetic lessons,
No stop in sight to these sessions,
Endless supply of indiscretions,
Ripe to analyze with contrite reflections,
These vibes they vibe within prismatic prisms,
Exorcise your demons to exercise livin'.

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Memelection Day

The prism is a schism of discordian vision,
To prevent intercession of men up in my kitchen,
Through the Cult of Kek,
We've just witnessed boredom is business,
Emphasis on the actions performed on the internets,
What's the difference between 4chan and fame?
When memetic magic help elects the king of the game?
West coast egoists have no boasting left,
When their eagle got poached by a troll, shot dead.
The average joe don't even know the source of his lols,
The underground thrones are only known by the gnomes,
The bi-polar sorcerer, performing cultural crap storms,
Summoning dragons born from the most fascist of norms,
I only study I do not perform these rituals,
But the alt-right is spooky and scares me just a little.