"notoriously" poems
i am sitting and pressing green paint in misshapen swollen dots on my nail beds and thinking what if i mess this up? i am notoriously bad at fingernail painting and i ruin it and i am also afraid i will ruin myself by loving you.
yes, yes i hear you like a train. my head is all railroads and oceans, but i hear you puffing and whistling he does not love you, he would not love you, he loves her. long hair hazel eye i am not her i cannot be that girl i do not want to be his girl
but i want him to want me
oceans
trains
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
But I remain a believer in my ancestral religion
Whose God is wele but not the Germany world, it is a religion,
Like most of universal ancestral ones,
With appalling moral threshold,
When Elijah Masinde of dini ya Misambwa
Despised those who condemned man as notoriously religious
He meant human religious approach to life is absolute in nature
However diverse religions compete for human ears
Rich ones glorified in the luring away of modal ears
But all are devoid of spiritual impetus
Disappointing the progenitors of religious imperialism
These short-cutters in matters of sanctimony
Will not come to our heaven
They will get me sharing a cup of tea
With my sister- in-law; Mary, the mother of Jesus
And I will shun them, I will not know them
I will not invite them to a heavenly cup of tea
They will be suffocated by cadaverous appetite,
For we honor our religion with ancestral regard;
The Faith of Our Ancestors
But in ridicule they call us kaffirs, pagans, christo-pagans,
Animists, atheists, gentiles, non-believers, mediumists,
Rebellious rebels or whatsoever they call us;
The anti-muhamedan-mis-christologists,
Let them delude themselves,
If they disparage us with sick contumely
Abreast the dumbfounding development in sciences
Plus so fortuitous humanistic awareness,
Humanity in Religion has to adjust optimally
Religious masters have to help
Interpret the religious Books, bible, gita, quran
All Written or verbalistically in the glory of epical orality
In tandem with the best centered
Life extant,
Otherwise selfish religions becomes an old wine bag
With its old and stale wine,
You will persuade Russian carousers to drink
But to your chagrin, none will condone, your stale wine
Do not seek to sell your faith
Because every human community
Has an ancestral faith
Respect them all for that is gods in their accolade of
Omonipresecence,
Any man or woman without religion is dangerous
But do not advantagize yourselves
At the expense of people of other faiths
It is good you reciprocated
Planet earth is our only sure and known abode
If we lived well here, and there is another world
For those who will be good, we hope the conclave of Gods
Would all sit in judgment for their credit
And reward those who helped humble humanity
Of their religions as well as those of other religions
As for all the Gods love humanists.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
Longing through lonesome days,
supplicating the sun to set.
I anxiously await your arrival,
should consciousness concede to what I covet.
Only in fanciful fantasies,
in the delight of darkness,
and in our notoriously nocturnal nature,
have I ever happened upon happiness.
Give me the gift of your grace,
the spell of your sweet surrender,
and the temporarity of tonight
will flourish into forever.
In the day I may wistfully wander
halfheartedly and uncommitted,
but in dreams I know not the words
lonely or unrequited.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
absent from my life,
but dancing forever in my mind.
preserved perfectly:
idealized and beautified,
immortal, god-like.
wanting to let go,
yet holding on too tight.
memories, exaggerated:
they haunt me,
notoriously unreliable.
close my eyes;
take me back in time…
before I was bloodied by his arrow.
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
"There were good people on both sides."
Donald Trump's father was a card-carrying Klansman
& Trump learned everything he knows about business
from Roy Cohen, a notoriously evil self-hating homosexual,
gangster, politician, mouthpiece for the Mafia
& aide-de-camp to the same Joseph McCarthy
who engineered the Red Scare & subsequent blacklisting
of Hollywood's best & most creative talent;
this is Donald Trump's history & education & legacy -
why is a man POTUS who lied, cheated & paid hush money;
[the only way he knows how to do business];
he loves dictators, who laugh behind his back,
& even to his stupid, clueless face;
Trump's 'base' composed of desperate, angry morons
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
You're afraid if you come near me I'll hurt you
But you've been hurt by me before
and always asked for more
Every urge you felt,
when you got those passionate aches
We found a place to strip our wares
And feed each other what we had coming
lustful dynamic by way of accommodate
Like a 90s pop song you'd say my name
While accenting your "Oh's"
and trailing off the ****
These were signed, squealed, and notoriously us
From the first time I took off your shirt
Slid your bra down over your shoulder
My vision of your ******* came through in X-ray dirt
Taking away breath in a choking hurt
And that's why you won't come near me
Mentally comparing the moans injected into you sweetly and severely, that made you climb up on top of me with retaliating energy
To
The groans of settled lethargy
So I send to you,
Vibrations of heated vitality,
to knock at my door and I'll meet you on the stairs
If you were hoping to see the bedroom
You'll find all the sliding wetness you seek on those stairs
As I once again remove your wares,
You open wide after I spin you around, upside
Continuously kissing your pink
in the moon shone glare
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
Curious Natures
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
we really understand the most prehistoric philosophy: survival.
Using it as the first building blocks and the cracked foundation for this society.
Still, one must always reserve all judgements for the most lucrative habits that surprised all by opening up a vast spectrum of the most curious natures.
Leaving any who wander vulnerable to grow into a legendary victim or a menace to the community.
Often being left with a life of never being able to escape their never ending abnormal minds.
It has been speculated as well as documented, that these street racing thoughts are more than fast to attach themselves to a mythical beast more commonly known as a "mortal" who will lose all balance and footing as they unknowingly grasp both reality and fantasy with white knuckled fists.
Stuck in this forced upon reverie of insane clarity that consumes both the mind and soul.
Becoming vessels for the sins of others, as they are suddenly privy to the most awarding secrets and gilded griefs they could never begin to understand.
Belonging to the most wildly havoc notoriously murdering confidences.
While the rest of us, close our eyes and frequently feign sleep.
All the while refusing responsibility for each other, denying a hostile yet unmistakable sign that declares the biggest secret of all: THE TRUTH.
Told in the most intimate, consuming, quivering, thundering, vibrations being smothered in a explosion that was meant for "We the People" as it projects a plethora of colours on a always changing horizon.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
Backstabbing, double-talking
Collection of crooks and creeps.
Oily tinhorn picks the pockets of
The common man while he sleeps.
Corkscrewing rhetoric
The worst you have ever heard
Spoken so that in the end there is
No meaning to the words.
Sidewinding viper’s nest;
No warning rattles on their tails
Criminals being paid too much
That really should be in a jail.
Four-flushing deck-stackers
Two friends and a stranger.
Dressed in thousand dollar suits
All unrecognizable danger.
Mean-spirited jerkwads
Blather daily on my teevee.
Cutpurses and footpads.
Mostly all the same to me.
Dressed up nice and talking
Smooth like a baby’s ***
Don’t expect me to vote for you.
No thank you, I will pass.
Gutter crawling, bile spewing
Butter won’t melt in your mouth.
Carpetbagging, underhanded
Favorite sons of the Old South
And some forked tongued Yankees
Siding up with traitors and smiling.
Glad-handing, baby kissing liars
Notoriously, falsely beguiling.
In case you find me too subtle
With my message to you and your crew.
There isn’t a whole lot to recommend
Anyone with wisdom to like you.
The only positive use for you
That one can readily foresee
Is to serve as a shining example of
What a politician should never be.
Brent Kincaid
4/21/2015
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
A--lways willing to exhibit; a smile that graciously blesses.
M--aking sure to contribute; to the removal of all stresses.
A--dorable as she begins to awaken; so thankful for a new day.
K--indness was never forsaken; as she always remembers to pray.
A--wesome is the route she chose; and it is being gloriously redeemed.
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I--ntimately she does compose; rebuking all who notoriously schemed.
M--anifesting her faith chances; to become her very best.
A--lluring as she glances; such a wondrous treasure chest.
N--oticed using her gifts; to encourage whomever she meets.
A--nointed spirit uplifts; peers & friends she greets.
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N--ever too busy to hug; or embrace someone in need.
K--ept thoughts of a Persian rug; she goes where writing does lead.
O--asis of social concern; is so divinely respected.
S--acred fires within her burn; as she and GOD have connected.
A--ngel is in her season; greater success enters her hands.
Z--ealous of GOD for a Holy reason; aligning with His commands.
A--dapting to His Will and His Way; so as to find her purest joy.
N--ot able to be still on her born day; a vibrance nothing can destroy.
A--ppreciative of these 24 hours; honored by the Lord for her new year.
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cake,..cards,..ice cream & flowers; are nice,..but excited for GOD to make her pathway clear.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Strange magnificent magnetism
nominates nomenclatures managing to nimbly
grasp their gamy mouse.
Nannies nibble, notoriously naive,
masking their matronly magics.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
Don't let the persistent pressure of fitting in ruin you.
Don't ever let them, who only matter for today destroy what you could have tomorrow.
You, my darling. Could have the world right where you stand.
But, do not let the questions of 'What if' ever let you down in regret and sorrow.
.
You're special, not realising what you have is nothing less than God's Gift.
You adore what is gentle. And you do it with pride.
You must be too used to the way you are, so notoriously modest.
For you are beautiful, *** So go out and flaunt your true colours and stripes.
- Aks
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Set securely within variety
Let go of habits and face sobriety
Never live to embrace pity
Fight fears to combat anxiety
Don’t let your self be known notoriously
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
Yes I am a paradox. I am a writing and music nerd. In my mind I have records of drama from middle school and high school. I act like I am not listening to other people's conflicts with each other when I really am seeing what happened. Gossip and Rumors News back in those days were numerous. I have an instinct to fix situations. Yes my mood swings have caused drama several times in my life. I can't help the fact that I am passionate. I was the private journalist of my middle and high school days. No I never joined the yearbook.
That seemed too easy. I have always enjoyed working hard for my spot in society.
Here is the Thing About Conflict, I don't care whether I caused the affect of a situation as long as fix it before it become a problem. Sometimes I am a drama queen, other times I am the most mild mannered ****** you will ever meet. I can promise that my inner conflicts are my issue not yours. I won't ask for help until I know I need it. I am notoriously stubborn and strong headed you can ask my friends. This is my new chapter that I get to write not anyone else get to write my story. My story is what you expect of a person: worth reading.
Here is the Thing About Conflict, my anxiety knocks me out when it's mine. My depression will throw me into an ocean of my own thoughts when it's my conflict. So when I ask for help, just know I need it.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
I hope you notice
I wrote this
And run
To all the noticeable boys before it
And solidify the fact
You're only seeking attention
The spotlight blinding *****
Who's only source and course
Is a notoriously starving emotion
Peel the problematic devotion
The skin from the scars
Taking all the bodies from your closet,
Just to throw them in your yard
And show the world all the unkempt
You kept hidden in the dark
The flame with which this moth played
Only sparks the start
You'll do it again
A runaway train destined for absolution
A heart
**** switch push start
Tear it apart
And burn it
I know who
You really are
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
Nothing but pain in my veins, wondering when will things ever be the same?
Struggling each night, just to keep myself from drowning in this horrible pool of pain
Drip drop, my heart slowly begins to stop and suddenly all I feel is shame
Now simultaneously my eyes begin to pour torrential rain
Endless agony and suppression, all because my pain has got me deep in oppression
Fighting with myself, just one more incident and dangggggggg it's right back to depression
"Pull yourself together" "Don't cry" "Stay strong"
My mind tries to convince that there's no possible way I could've right this wrong.
Swear the Only reason I like the rain is because I nicely matches my pain
All the joy it brings to watch my tears slowly travel down the drain
Whose idea was it anyway to think to ever hurt someone else all for selfish gain?
Well 'Mr. Popular' I hope you enjoy your notoriously self earned fame
Seriously was my distress, just a part of your hilarious test?
Knew I should've preserved myself,
Just knew I should've invest much less.
I could've saved myself a long time ago
Instead I was too caught up in trying to convince myself that it really wasn't soo
If you want to you'd go, but you'd hurt me deeply and that you know
The purpose of exactly which pain you cause me was never a real mystery
Because between you and me, we both know what was the real curiosity...
It was me thinking that my despondency, would ever yield the response I really wanted to see.
Endless trials and tribulations,
man this stress really puts me in desperate need of defibrillation
But I'm definitely thankful to God for this oh, so sweet revelation.
Absolutely nothing but pain in my veins
Thinking now just maybe things don't ever have to be the same
Satisfied in knowing all my hurt was not in vain
Not because I wished you death or horrible pain
But because my betters days arrived and now I...
I am proud to say that I now smile victoriously through the rain.
- (jrew)
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Everything shining in this house is dull,
singing lackluster serenades -
I hide you in my phone
snuggled warm in the battery.
Can you speak my riddles?
A language I've created to cover myself
and keep the teeth at bay, keep my fingers warm
when I’m shivering throughout.
I say you're locked in a cell
when I'm the one behind cellophane,
suffocating without a way to cut a hole
just so I can breathe.
I tie my noose
just a little
bit
tighter
every *******
day
just so I can play pretend
like everyone has asked of me because I am:
the girl who is always good
the girl who is notoriously hard on herself
the girl who gives until she has nothing left
the girl who hides behind the glass
until there isn't a breath left.
But, I have found you,
locked in an old shoe box, shimmering,
calling me like a moth to a candle's flame
and I can't resist, I can't resist
because giving so much has left me weak and I am still speaking in circles,
running myself through the gauntlet,
coming up with excuse after excuse after excuse.
I locked you, warm and safe,
between lithium ions and silicon casing
until I can hold you, once again,
between my fingers and
let you spell out everything I am unable to
say.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
I’m flying in the light
I swallow my pain and fear,
As I hear angels and devils fight
I can shed only a single tear.
Entrancing ghosts circle the air,
The feeling of terror is waning,
The virginal silence starts to tear,
The one tear I shed, is staining.
Words in the air, the quiet is going.
Colorful vapors hover over the path.
Sticky life, hangs on to the crying spirits.
Once more, I feel Gods wrath,
And hear his cherubs haunting lyrics.
Oh Jesus! God’s queen is sweet.
Strangely, it’s peaceful behind the light.
I must now bow down and kiss her feet.
I can only help myself in heavens plight.
Red bugs ooze from crystalline water.
I stomp on them with my shoes.
She gazes, knowing no one can stop her.
For me, this is surely not good news.
An angel’s child I am to bear.
Awaken! The birthing is hard.
This one child I cannot love, I swear.
From now on, I cannot fault my guard.
Deaths life is unafraid,
But I know that his love for me is hesitant.
This life of death I have made,
But my lover’s fury is notoriously unpleasant.
My chance to flee across the river Styx,
It finally arrives, just on time.
A bribe to the rower is my quick fix.
I tell my beautiful evil child everything is fine.
But then I can throw her off the boat,
And tell her that her next life will be better.
I know it’s over when her curls cease to float.
My last words to her, were that of my last only love,
To tell her that if God had a better plan,
He had better start working hard up above.
I have relinquished his holey wingspan.
But now with who can I seek my final shelter.
For a price of passion I can take a final board.
This mans love is enough to make life swelter.
But I know I can end it all again, with this rope and cord.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
I walked back to the past
and it stared at me
who are you? why did you visit here?
are you invited?--speak honestly
Don't you remember me?
I was the mischievous lad
who used to play tricks on you
at your compound?--you called me 'notoriously bad'
How presumptuous you are
billions of kids had been here before
there was nothing special about you
don't you knock on my door any more
It would do you mighty good
if you don't return again--persona non grata-
you are no longer the kid you were
and your company I desire not--stay away, stay away far!
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
I’m flying in the light
I swallow my pain and fear,
As I hear angels and devils fight
I can shed only a single tear.
Entrancing ghosts circle the air,
The feeling of terror is waning,
The virginal silence starts to tear,
The one tear I shed, is staining.
Words in the air, the quiet is going.
Colorful vapors hover over the path.
Sticky life, hangs on to the crying spirits.
Once more, I feel Gods wrath,
And hear his cherubs haunting lyrics.
Oh Jesus! God’s queen is sweet.
Strangely, it’s peaceful behind the light.
I must now bow down and kiss her feet.
I can only help myself in heavens plight.
Red bugs ooze from crystalline water.
I stomp on them with my shoes.
She gazes, knowing no one can stop her.
For me, this is surely not good news.
An angel’s child I am to bear.
Awaken! The birthing is hard.
This one child I cannot love, I swear.
From now on, I cannot fault my guard.
Deaths life is unafraid,
But I know that his love for me is hesitant.
This life of death I have made,
But my lover’s fury is notoriously unpleasant.
My chance to flee across the river Styx,
It finally arrives, just on time.
A bribe to the rower is my quick fix.
I tell my beautiful evil child everything is fine.
But then I can throw her off the boat,
And tell her that her next life will be better.
I know it’s over when her curls cease to float.
My last words to her, were that of my last only love,
To tell her that if God had a better plan,
He had better start working hard up above.
I have relinquished his holey wingspan.
But now with who can I seek my final shelter.
For a price of passion I can take a final board.
This mans love is enough to make life swelter.
But I know I can end it all again, with this rope and cord.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Leaving the camp behind, we sped along the road, in a cloud of choking red dust, proceeding towards an area known as The South Australian Dessert. Barren, almost featureless country where the daytime heat was almost unbearable and night time temperatures were close to freezing.
During the journey, my thoughts drifted back to the time of my call up.
I was one of the last to be drafted into The Royal Air Force
My dad needed me desperately in the shop, he was working too hard. I resented the fact that a certain second rate comedian was excused because he claimed it would damage his career, what about my career, and my family? I was chosen-along with six hundred plus airmen, to be a part of Task Force Antler, of which you will hear later, In the mean time, we were waiting in transit in a camp in Glostershire, ROYAL AIR FORCE INNSWORTH. There was nothing to do on camp really, except clean latrines that had been cleaned thoroughly already, I was bored, and my dad needed me. I soon discovered a gap in the system, which allowed me to go home every Wednesday afternoon, and return on Sunday evening. My dad was very pleased with my help, and it became a regular routine, until one Wednesday evening. I had just walked into the shop when the phone rang. It was my friend Harry who had been covering for me. "Bernard, get back to camp, we are being kitted out in the morning! I was very tired, after spending the afternoon hitch hiking approximately one hundred miles, much of which I had covered on foot! I had a quick cup of tea, kissed my mum goodbye, and left holding a sandwich in one hand and my holdall in the other. I was going to need a miracle to get me back on time, it was a notoriously bad route for hitch hiking! more to come.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
the monday was, as any mondays are, unexpected and unenthused with the weekend past
i had begun talking to a girl whom i met through mutual friends who frequent our neighborhood coffee shop
we decided to meet at a hookah place notoriously named after our cities zip code; it seemed our small but mighty home was trying to make a name for itself
i had not given her much thought for doing so would cause my knees to weaken and my stomach to churn
but we sat down, ordered our concoction of tobacco and talked about the things we always talked about
amidst a mixture of light conversation laced with slight boredom and tobacco poisoning, she arrived, nonchalantly
towards the end of our visit to hookah 402 I grew weary of another night spent in a mediocre way
it never made sense to me how such interesting people could find so little to do
maybe it was laziness, i don't know
she asked us where we want our night to go and how we wanted it to go
two questions i have asked my friends but have never been able to reach a conclusion or a satisfying end result
furthermore, we got into kaylas car, our first destination was a coffee shop, as it usually is
we got our coffee and decided to use my fake id and get alcohol from a liquor store in north omaha
while i may not have been nervous on the way there, our conversations distracting me from the possibility of receiving a felony, my heart picked up speed when i handed the cashier my fake
we got the alcohol and drove to the nearest gas station for a chaser
while she was in the gas station an elderly man approached our car, immediately putting his shoulders to his jawline in defense
he told us his name, even showed us where it was tatted on his arm, and asked us to drive him to his sister, whose car had just broke down
i guarantee that if she had not been with us, we would have said no, apologetically but fearful of saying yes
however, she was with us,
and with her attitude of all-encompassing love, we said yes and he got in the car
almost automatically the stranger and her began singing a beautiful duet
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
For the group that is notoriously almost synonymous with
lost or troubled.
For my people-
the poets and the lost.
For my friends who can’t seem to speak with
eloquence,
yet pour out their soul on paper,
who spell out their heart in ink.
For anyone who uses a pen as their medium
and words as their art form.
For those whose blood turns to ink
or words on a bright screen piercing through the dark.
For those whose eyes glaze over as their minds furiously enact a story
or piece together just the right phrasing.
For those that are only okay and constantly exhausted.
For those that mutter, “I don’t think I can,”
or “I’m just tired.”
For those with a firm grip on insanity and caffeine.
For those who make plans but rarely follow through.
For those who too often hear,
“Stop worrying,”
“It’ll be okay,”
and “I don’t know how to help.”
Or “You have to let it go,”
“Just go with it,”
and “It doesn’t matter.”
For those with tired eyes, blank faces, and rare, genuine smiles.
For frazzled insomniacs or narcoleptics.
For those who laugh too loud but often stay silent.
For those huddled in blankets in bedrooms,
in corners observing the outside world.
For those who love small settings
and avoid large gatherings like the plague.
For the worriers and the wanderers seeking to find themselves
in a perfect combination
of letters.
For the groups that seem to go together
like a typewriter and frustration;
or a pen and paper.
For my people-
the poets and the lost.
~SES
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
As Your Blood flows through you veins
like a smooth flowing River...
I Love You;
As your Heart beats and yearns
for the touch of wild passion..
I Love You;
as the chill crawls up my spine
as I look into your lustrous Eyes..
I Love You;
As a seductive look from you
creeps through every fiber of my being..
I Love You;
As I caress and massage your pain and deepest fears away;
As the Bounty and willful pleasure of your Notoriously
Intelligent Mind is seeped from your lips;
I Love You;
So if ever you doubt and seek what is stuck within
Just remember as you breath Life and Beyond
your Blood & Soul...
Did I mention
" I LOVE YOU MY IMMORTAL BELOVED".
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 3:15 AM UTC
Do not give me reason to haunt your mind
For I will dig and dredge up what I can find
Turning it back on your placid core
Non sequitur alliterations a lit alit alittle more
FOR I AM NOTORIOUS
So, do not doubt my ability to route
You... from your sanctimonious intransigency
To push and pull you into a corner where
You never thought you would be
FOR I AM
INSUFFERABLY NOTORIOUS
Should I find you neglect to collect
the pieces you discard
I will indeed ...
...far exceed the need...you plead
so hard to accede
FOR I AM
AMBIVALENTLY NOTORIOUS
AND INSUFFERABLE
Any abuse necessary to waylay
any excuse
You choose to use
In order to...
...cling
To your inner sanctum
Will i infuse..as I
Resort
to retort
By waxing
Perspicaciously panegyric
Upon your very being
In order to inspire..desire
With any and all necessary
Encomiastic encomium
So as to create higher aspirations
For I am notoriously cruel and inspiring
As I push one to the brink
Because....one way or another..
One way or another
I will....
.. Whatever it takes
I will... Make you think!
FOR I AM.... NOTORIOUS!
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC