Funk outta here with that bull sheesh
No time
For faking jacks
Pretending to be something
One is not
Holding too tightly to distorted fantasies
in compliance to some
Page
Whom desires to always be thee one that is sought after and entertained
Same script handed out to all others
Testing whom reads thee lines best
Whom is thee best dressed
Which one has most to offer
Which looks best on thee arm
Will friends & family be most impressed with chosen suitor whom best fits the braggart bill
Tea always spills
Narrow things
Down to thee one Whom says all thee right things
Does all thee right things
Provides thee most
Resources
& also Whom complies to thee world outside of dont ever
Talk about this level of cowardice standards
All dead inside
Every subject conditioned thee same
Generational curses
Living out some name
no shame
They call reign
Having it to be this way
In order to sustain
Internal misery & emptiness
one can guess
From
All thee dramatic mess
& stress
But ones image must be upheld
same script
Shared hells
Alarming bells
Alarming bells
Wake up time
This Poetess is dramatic as can be on mushrooms
drunk off revelations from
Thee moon revealing hidden secrets kept away and now guided wisdom & sunshine
To walk away from everything that does not serve
Highest good of all
poetry rhymes
all thee time
& I am creatively kind In speaking my mind
yet real at thee same time
