Our human ego, the five senses

show us a self-awareness taste

all feelings of importunateness

reinforced by me myself and I's


Saw Homo-sapiens' graveyards

uncovering the exhumed bones

of dead folk with skull attached

and I couldn't tell the difference

Well, looks like I'm on the B-side

recording end of my inferior ride

song's still okay, the lyric will do

yet finale 'tis near, 45 finish soon

The poetries aren't important anymore

they were only something for me to do,

'til I saw a healing saving me with love

I've made a run at poetry, though hopes are slim to none

I'll gain proper notorieties, long before the end has come


If life 'tis in the doing, I quite substantially wrote a tonne

still a wise journey keeps on tellin' me, I did it for the fun

I'm a dead twin talking, and I've said my poems a lot

But time only now for shorty, as one sec I haven't got

I'm not yet a skeleton, so I'll still hold hopes for more

And I'll keep speaking ode, 'til I pass the Reaper door

Unleash the kinks inside your mind

Invent, invent, invent some more

Do not be kind, do not rewind

And show the world your bardic roar

I'm surely not in a one-upping business

'tis hereby I doth neigh swear my intent


All sonneted competitive resemblances

are coincidences of the best lyrics I sent

I've thought of a sonnet to write

because I'm humane and poetic

'tis ode to all sapient conditions

and a species of utterly pathetic

You've plugged into something new

'tis the stuff of making men famous

your pen voice channels true center

well invoking an important thought

You're my biggest fan here now, high up on the final heap

Your poem makes me want to cry, a pantomime sad and deep

The book is a cloverleaf, that leads to my salvation

The truth of me, and of you, strapped on a pink carnation

Your last 9 paragraphs on PADI Cake, PADI Cake

read like a fame novel from a great writer's past


Your recent ode entries, soothing transmissions

shift into gears I've always known you did have

To turn that frown upside down

Put some seltzer down you pants

Be the silly jolly clown

Who delights in song and dance


To play upon seize the day

Toss those tart grapes in the bin

Be the inner child of yay!

Who takes brickbat on the chin


To get those sour grapes to croon

Let giddy whim be your guide

Be the goofy looney tune

Who lets smarting slip and slide

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