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I want to write a poem so touching that if Michael Jackson heard it, he'd file charges against me. A piece that moves more people than foreclosure but the truth is I'm emotionally constipated because I don't give a shit how you feel towards what I write. I started this catharsis when my dad laid bloated and unresponsive in acoma back in 01. I grabbed a pen and pad and transcribed the lyrics depression sang to the hum and beep of his life support machine. My first writes were posted above him as a priest read him his last. I don't know why I chose this form of self-expression but I did. And I do. And I will. Because contrary to evolutionary psychology I don't do this to sleep with girls. I'd rather sleep with a clean conscience between sheets of notepad paper. I'm ate alive without a number 2 and 8x5. Either way my days are numbered, but when it comes to good poetry as means of healing, you can count me in.

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Ski-Mask.


I look at the sky,
as the sun hides behind the clouds
as if shameful of
the sweaty mess it made on my face
and think:
"Its the end of the world."
But not because
the natural canopy
is apocalypse resemblant.
I have seen this before,
and I believe armageddon
won't be due to nature.
Instead, my reasoning lies
in social observation
for the past 2 years .
You'd swear
that ignorance runs rampant,
not in schools and companies,
but in bloodlines.
Every generation
brings stupid to the table
like an intellectual potluck.
Sympathy in me
shed its cocoon
and flew around in my head
as disdain.
"Do you not see the arrow?"
What is that grey matter
inside that ugly dome of yours for?
Goddamn.
YOU can believe only God can judge
but that doesn't mean I"m not disgusted.
Stupidity and blind satisfaction
have fucked for days on end
to have greedy and lazy kids.
Ignorance is bliss,
but only for the ignorant.
Unfortunately,
the wool itched my eyes.
I wipe sweat off my brow,
Praying for rain.
A cleansing,
If not other's ignorance,
Than my own intelligence.

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