Freestyle Foolery


Under the sycamore
I grew sicker more
My words exerted through verbs grew slicker more
I converted dearth from birth
To spit unlike a sprin-kl-er
As I diverted my strife conversion
To finding A New World unlike Christopher
I remain sane inhaling pain
From my sky vehicular
Shaped like a triangular cy-lin-der

Disturbing and ‘even uneven’ perturbing verbiage
Cascades out of ‘the roof’ of my mouth
Like the ‘fiddler’
And I’m only hitting the encourageable corridor
Through these metaphors
And magnetos metal floors
Using instrumental mental floss
To decimate then reconstruct
My influential flaws
All this happening in my minds envisioned mega tours
Not causing derision or division
In my AlphaBeta core
Feeling encouraged
As a rhythmic or-a-tor
Cause I’m an avid reader
And an active lis-ten-er

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