Straight lines
Curved into scribbling
Minds
Painted in pictures
My blurry eyes
Couldn't comprehend the size
Overwhelming
In feature
The crooked
Lines
Imperial
Kingdoms
And Nations
Lie in the sketches
While sleeping dogs
Dream with their *******
The wise disappear
In the ignorance
Delivered by witches
I realized time
Was just an hour
Waiting
To fulfill a prophecy
Known by the ages
And the last time I checked
I couldn't read the gauges
I studied the manual
But I couldn't comprehend the pages
Straight lines
Crooked
Scribbling books
For the stupid
I qualified
As the dumbest guy
To ever be evaluated by humans
My first strike
Was I couldn't think alike
And the second strike
Was the fact that I didn't care
About another mans skin type
Strike 3
Was I believed in a G
That would save me
From the worlds crazy
I said
You can walk a straight
Line
Crooked sometimes
And if you
Scribble your graffiti
On the worlds cities
With spray crayons
That's who you are
I Am
Says green eggs and ham
Share our delicious
Sam
Because sometimes
Are straight lines
Our crooked