Spinner Than Spun
Once upon a time
as this paragraph beings,
the first sentence
leads to the end.
My intentions
intending these words
that I'm sending to you
as a friend
I extend.
If you have an ear
that you can hear
with right here
then would you lend,
as for me
an ear of corn
I will send.
You can not ascend
from descending
and descend
from ascending
at the same point and time
then transcend from pretending.
Over the deep end
is where I'm blind
and blend in
with the blended,
blendingly unblending.
To defend
is to commend,
condescended
by this condescension
as the weak
continously condescend.
A sinning offender
repeatedly without surrender,
a fake grinning contender
a mindbender
to remember.
Broken at the skin
as I broke at the mend,
I can not ammend
what I broke at the bend,
how swimmingly I now drown
broken at the fin,
up with dope smoke
now it's gone with the wind.
Once again and again
on this poison
independently
I depend again.
Once again
once again
and again
and again
for myself
I must fend
once again.
As for me as for I as for myself I must tend.
Once again and again, again once again, I spend again once again, hemmed in by the wickedness they vend again.
A misfit now nowhere I find I fit in,
self loathing is becoming my trendy new trend, inside me is the enemy I unbecomingly befriend,
looking in the mirror I am sincerely contemned, I'll take one on the chin for I am MR. ZINN. Distance I recommend from yourself and from your sins from within, demons can become closer than your first next of kin, I keenly comprehend as all around me is clearly condemned.
Depending the ending with the ending still pending, I'm attending perhaps intending on pretending in a happy ending.
As the stingy and dingy infringe on this binge, I am singed and unhinged by their twinge as they cringe. Red ink stains on the wall like bloody dope inside a rusty syringe. Pensive I set and spin with my red inked bic pen, pinned in by my pen thoughts I send.
Although the beginning is now ending and the ending has begun beginning, with the extended ending still pending I'm splendidly zen.
It's not so much how you start the race that mostly matters, nor does it matter much where it's at WIN you begin.
What's comparatively imperative is the fact of the matter what's more importantly rather is how you finish it and where your heart's at WIN you end.
Copyright © Crystal Floyd | Year Posted 2020
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