What a time to be
Alive and
Psychic!

The fount is flooded
A treasure trove of
Information only a click away

But with so many
Rolling in their graves
These days

Is it any wonder
You don't sleep
At night?

No use in a special gift
When your drowning and
All you need is a life saver

We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Pull
Us
A
.

I'm tearing through all
Dimensions
And walls all over

This nightmare of a
**** bucket
I'm too smart to be

Held captive by you
Will beg me
For forgiveness one

Day I'll be back here
And smiling
You will **** your pants

With my fire fists aimed
At your small
Member you will be

Dust at my fingers
Your ashes
I'll tatoo into a

Kunekune I
Will raise to
Adulthood and then

Eat as a hot dog
And remember
How you ****** your pants

Begging for mercy
That I did
Not give mmm tasty

Am
I
Right?

So freaking
...
Hairy
They
Called
Me
A
Wear
Wolf
...
In them locker
Room talks
Where boys were
Boys
...
It didn't
Sting
I didn't
Cry
...
Not in front
Of them
Never
Ever
Ever
In
Front
Of

Anyone
Again

Not after what
Happened
Last
Time

You put an x on me
Before we even
Started
You marked
Me an
Other an alien
Or a fatty mc-fat fat

I want to get a better
Community
Of poet
Input
...
So I
Started
This Poet Pull
I want it to get better