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You're My Never Ending Poem
When I think of a man
That everything hard, Comes easy
And everything easy, Comes impossibly hard
I think of you
I see a beautiful prisoner pedaling poems
A jailed loner sketching art for the cinder-blocks
The misunderstood genius forced to give his homework to jocks
This past and present serves you a deathly combo
They use your skills like you are their Cyrano
I cry to think how you're now fully drowned / mentally suspended
Someday, somewhere your work will be commended
For now, the illiterate are using your sketches for their excrement
Or a savvy celly uses your poem to con a girl with his so-called torment
Most likely there will not be a gallery show in your lifetime
Sadly, your beauty and art is buried under stigma of victimless crime
