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