All I came up here to do was to make a poem and to get some extra credit now with that said I guess I really should earn it.

Now I don’t know what kind of poem you really want, but that really doesn’t matter since your already here and have already given your two dollars to Japan and my job Is pretty much already over before it even began.

Now I could do some Dr. Seussish stuff and just rhyme words with wish and ish that would make a mish and then you would find a magic cat fish, but that would be kindergarten repeatin-ish.

  Now this may not be fitting with what you planned, but I’ve already told you that I don’t care what you want I’ve doing this for me, Te he.

  Now that Dr. Seuss is out of the way maybe there’s something greater that I would like to say.

Now two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; oh wait I’m sorry that’s not my poem. Hmm I’m stealing other people’s stuff I guess you guys aren’t getting your money’s worth tonight.

Now I don’t know what I could really bring up that isn’t ****** up, but maybe you could rejoice since you get to hear this magical lyrical voice.

  Now this has pretty much been off the top of my head and hopefully you haven’t been wishing you were dead, but hey I think it’s been pretty okay.  Now that you’ve heard this and have planned to leave your seat I would like to convince you that you shouldn’t stand to your feet.

  Now this has made me feel like the man I do hope that you’ve understood the sarcasm and jokes since this wasn’t only made for young folks.

Now since this little fling is almost over I would like to get yo numba, but who am I kidding you didn’t like this part of the show so I’ll just go, but before I go I would gladly like you to know…that there is no refunds.

See beyond the struggle is Hannibal

eating the face of identity and smoldering the heart

the repetition of bewildering sequels

names that don't match and feelings that can't compare

the original is the peak of a syndicate to steal

where the prequel is death

being left to, cult film destitution.

Corrupt your words to blend your image

take the time to hide your own damage

lost without will to fold your soul

tell those lies hit the bottle to dig that hole

take another "dip" and finish with that "grenade"

don't lie, were growin don't let yourself fade

that bottle is the home grown medical kit

when the words finally spill out we're Infinite

I am a boy not a man.
I speak words of wisdom, but have none to give.
My age is a reflection to my whims.
My lines are lies that speak for you.
I don't know the way forward or backward all is up or down.
My fear is a child's fear, but what a man fears too.
This has no reason and no point just crazy spilled across it.
Wonder. Random. Wilderness. Breathes. Dark. Eyes. Invisible.