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Apr 2013
http://youtu.be/AyZdWQ6aSUQ

Ladies and gents
let me present
To you
Me

The heart that crushes
Makes art blushes
When I see irony
I runaway from me

I’m a tight not with loose ends
I’m thick I bend
I carry a shoe lace noose
and walk
With a mouth that’s bullet proof
I’m poetrys’
Muthafuckin’
G’

Shake me
Shake loose some lyrical tendencies
And you’ll see
Im soft like cookie’s
Dough
Ya know?
Kneed me mash me with your fingers
nowhere near your mind do I linger
But
I still got a tongue like a
Trigger finger

And you used to mock me
when I say peace
To this – I grind my teeth
I take this powder and sell it on the black market
Then I go to the white store
And find myself a racist *****
And **** slap her with a sentence thunderous
Just
to explain there is no race under us
******
A fist at a fathers gist
Ask the **** why he raised me like this
Twist

And say, do you see that miss
That girl is disgusting
Yet her beauty gives her attractiveness
I attack with this
I bow to her like a blasphemist
Look for a bent *** to kiss

I’m yoga preztled trying to fit social norms
This lifelong lifetime will we round into social form
Torn corners
rip me down the middle to find freedom
Where the **** is Lennon when you need him
Oh, yeah,
A bullet
******'
Freed ‘em

We need to understand
We aint’ birds in cages
Yet the bars set in places
Flawed faces
Getting a chance to rejoice
love hoist
Beauty poised?
We are so **** far from this
So instead we stare at unfair bliss
Oh by the way – I’m a ******* ****** killer

*But poetry is a **** good therapist
If i was a perfectionist i would film again to get that wink right. But perfection is for the delusional.
Sean Banks
Written by
Sean Banks  Vancouver Island
(Vancouver Island)   
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