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Allen Page Feb 2015
Does Queenie love Kingman?
Give it windfury.
Be my magnetic field.
The king and queen are but constructs
Roles they are forced into

Coercion. Co-optation. Join us
Tell us what to think
Tell us - tell them - how to love.
I won't listen as fully as the rest
I make my own definitions.

Succotash. Ketchup. Gluten.
Someone forgot the curds
Mark my words, Gilbert
The bras and kets will multiply tonight
Let's be a scalar

Let's make some sense of
the abstractions

Only
to
be
broken
again?

I crave not sense
I crave the electromagnetic field
Sense is the king
I want the prince
Styles Nov 2014
Nic wack
patty  fat
Give a dog a bone.
Forget that
Six flat
I'm getting in the zone
Coming off the dome
To elevate my holmes
I'm flipping different styles
an breaken colla' bones
Freestlying for a while
Then killing microphones
reading palms then writing poems
Stay preying for my foes
The more they hate me,
the more I these brughs
these haters forgotten woes
Makes them hate me even moes
they thought my star dumb
But I shine bright
jaws dropping through the floors
And breaking done doors
Playing my cards like a maverick
I'm wild slick like an Olympic
pushing sic whips, taking picks
with my dogs
Like l'm boy filthy rich
went from a chip on my shoulder
To flipping chips at the Ritz
eating liver and fish with
Chip and dip with one of the Celtics
who's selling tic-kets to see the old
Knicks turning tricks  
over at 5th
off of 6th
by Saint and Patrick's
Instead
I'm tipping bartenders
When I flip it with the tip
**** like I'm a **** kid
I blow their mind when I say something
wicked like
"Time is money"
but give me a look
with no more specifics
Then I take another sip
then walk off all prolific
then look in the air
My hands flair like I ....
see something futuristic
then look at you like...
I could you miss it.
I know what you are thinking
and I am so pist...
This is bullclip
I meant
full clip
I won't bite my tongue
but just bite my lip thinking of inking
Something linking in link inn
with link king linked in link with ink linking king with lincoln
linking the link king
With lincoln against a kingpin
and that kingpin was me,
u pinned him got the quick won
Then took a knee
As he hand it down to me.
with me. All linked into the same thing

"Don't Plan for your future,
and you could end up like this."
Then take another sip and then I dip
All ripped off some old English breathe that smelt like he been punched in the mouth by a fist full of ****, then bit, then swallowed the ****. Then didn't brush since 1986, he could a deadly virus if it took a swift. Got on my motor bike, and slide off like a brit, a villian, and I'm swift. My lines tailored quick, step out of line, the bottom line, is flat line then a ditch. Get a bottom *****, and breed her with my pit, then cruise and take a pic, ***** clues we label it, now enough with the funny **** now let's spit something sick

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