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Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I found out today
I use the same words.
The same lines.
The same blurbs.
But in modified
Rhymes...
So I guess
It's high time
To free my mind
And kill my coined redundancy.
Let my vocabulary shine.
And show you
The abundancy
Of all my fleeting thoughts
Within the riverflow of time.
After all,
If after countless pieces spoken
All you see are the same letter tokens broken
In the sorrow bath of imagery I soak in,
Would I not be better left a mime?
So where do I start
If I am to redefine
This so-called "art?"
I don't think I've ever talked about
Talking about
The things I talk about
When I've got nothing to say.
But I know I won't throw
The same prose in your way
If it becomes the same
As what I said yesterday...
Oh god... I'm doing it again.
Mouthing circles to no end
Just to keep up
With your eyes.
And find you ways
To kill the time
With all the stanzas that I'm always after.
Jesus Christ... It's my only defining factor.
So that when you ask me who I am
I'll hide behind my lines
Like Dr. Seuss with his green eggs and ham.
But I think one day
I'll let the cat out of the hat.
Show you why
My thoughts stay where they're at.
And let you kick back
And grow stale with me.
Then you'll notice
All my little quirks.
The way I overuse
Words like "soul" and "death" and "you"
And how they all relate
Like grains involved in making up
A greater sand.
And then you'll notice
How I start like half my lines
With the word "and"
To cheaply link
These smallest thoughts
To something grand.
How I
Take my little knack
For making pretty rhymes
And let my breath circle your ears
Through all your shitty times.
Whisper all my darkest fears
Over again with no remorse.
Until you realize
That they're just cloned
From a depleting source.
And so I'll sing you fa-la-las
To take us
To that artificial Shan-gri-lah
However you spell it.
And when it's all said and done
Our realities will resurface
Like sickness.
And with the quickness I will kick out the same cutest lines
Just to quell it.
And you will read again...
