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The Rap

I sit back and look back

At the anger within me.

I feel this way

Every day,

But I spit when I curse.

If the verse

Doesn’t fit

Who gives a shit?

Only me.

But the rhyme must have chime

Like a church bell

Spell it out for me.

You want a lexicon?

We don’t have time.

Published inAllegoriesAnthropomorphismSeeing Within & Without