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Nov 2016
Dont mean to toot my own horn;
To shoot my own ****;
To pop my own corn...
But I believe I need a pat on the back
Cause I'm madder than a hatter
As a matter of fact
Ransacked and back at it
Attack attack get back you animals
Crack you in the mandible
With an upper cut with words
With what you heard
Preferred hermit crab
Dab at home alone
With Joe Peschi
Freshly squeezed ecstacy
In the strawberry field next to me
Resurrecting complexity
In depth perception is the equivalent to *** to me
Get to be **** with what you sputter out
Sssstutter nnnow that I mmmmention it
Leave you hanging like a suspension bridge
Ascension is essentially but a smidge of what it is
To be star
Who we are to a blind man
On this very night can
Divinely define us
Or confine us
But if you combine whats
Up and what's in
You win infinity times
Subliminal criminal
Killing it for a living now
Separate the syllables
Take what you're giving out
Prescription is refillable
Your own medicine
Your *** is what your head is in
We needed Nicky Tesla
**** a Thomas Edison
**** decrepit specimen
Might've made the mess we're in
A little more avoidable
Maybe make it Enjoyable to be from planet earth
The worst dirt pile?I've seen in a while
Squandering potential
Pondering presidential
Candidates made of hate
Divided states of Emergency
Divergency is urgent we
Could be so much more than self importance
Hordes of the masses finally off their *****
And protesting the fact that we aren't but packs of classes
He is me as you are he as you are me and we are all together
Every time
If the weather is fine or not
We got to stop this **** poor metamorphasis
For the better its imperative we live
It's just something that I repeat to me
We cannot add division
If we want to live in peace
Equally.
Brody Thompson
Written by
Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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