An infinite shame hath been cast on my imagination
and that is where it will stay.
Curiosity made the cat ask ‘What’s that’?
but as I now embark on a quest to
Take Back Sunday with fortified Sleep Armor
I find myself the Master of my Domain;
a musically learned Kobra with no need for
a crafty snake charmer.
I have the venom in my veins that could sting so hard
the moon and stars have to shield their word processors
for the intellect about this repaired little canoe is so TRUUU
you’ll wonder, if you’ve done me wrong why I’ve spared you.
A meditative Chinese Snake I am,
forming figure 8s as I shed my old skin,
all the while old memories of being the life of the party
makes my muscles clench like a high flying Hardy
boyyyy you have no idea where I’ve been, how many
blocks I’ve been around, how many towns across the
Atlantic I’ve unleashed my party animal for a swim,
I still didn’t drown.
How playfully ironic Life can be
when you can poke fun at you, yourself and me.
Admitting faults is the name of the game
when you’re rebuilding confidence and keeping yourself sane.
The End never comes until you’ve lost the will
so I’ll sit back, relax and chill
as these words escape my mind at my discretion,
regardless of their affiliation or impression
I forgive trespasses with the expectation of vice versa,
Typing these lightning bolts or writing in cursive,
hitting high notes and being subversive,
Tone is the difference between speaking to los Reyes
and letting the Devil come out, then you’re the ‘True Playa.’
Don’t play the game unless you’ll be a good sport
If you lose, don’t be a sore one at that.
Black, White, Pink, Purple, we’re all from the jungle
so be respectful to all the Cool Cats. – RSM