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Jul 2010
I'm a freak with words, I use phrases you've never heard.
Absurd it seems like a curse when I speak a viral lyrical verse.
It feels like a crime when the rhythm doesn't rhyme, but this is a time for change.
An exchange of my poetic range. Tell your neighbors there's stranger danger, the game's got a new player.
An old voice to a new generation, a new leader to an old federation.
Tell Hater nation to leave the station, cause I run this town from the stars to the ground.
When I speak you make no sound. You call me king, but I need no crown.
Already crowned from birth, royalty of the Earth.
Started off grimy, brushed the dirt off my shirt. Transported in my swagger like Tiberius Kurt.
I've got too much class after I turnt it up. Glass too full I need another cup.
Young pups got no bark and no bite. Best keep their distance cause they can't win this fight.
I'm out of their leagues and above their level. I could sell your souls cause I'm the real Devil.
So lick your wounds and get gone. Your pride can't ride when it gets close to dawn.
The song is finished, so let me get to the back and count my stacks like Popeye counts spinach.
- From Adaptations of an Imperfect Evolution
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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