……….From a horrific ubiquitous view, I could see the doors had no locks, corridors went on for blocks, there were two moons and a whole species of headless cocks, I took that as it’s never ever gonna stop; there go my friend’s pops, he committed murder because of gambling debts on the Red Sox; he was almost killed by cops on the streets of Watts, his presence interrupted my distant stare, I began to peer because of the agitating thought of why was he in here, this was my conscientious despair to bear, on the other side of hell’s gates I fear… another man’s evils has penetrated and influenced my altered states, for all I know he could have attended my wake, last thing I remember I was enjoying a big bowl of Frosted Flakes..
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Somewhat surreal and using near rhyme internally as well as ending this poem drives a wild story right into the bowl. Well done
Thanks
You are most welcome
Frosted Flakes weren't your last meal, were it? Reassure.
Don't know who this guy is, but his skin tone would be provocative touch for some......
…..of course it wasn’t my last meal, it was a altered state, it’s not the skin tone that’s provocative…… it’s that part of the mind that has them convinced skin tones matter
👍Full on 100% agreement. Glad you got it out there.
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