Can't Be Cloned

-Can’t Be Cloned-
by
Keaton Foster



Lyrical master
Hysterical lambaster
I always know
What to say
How to truly convey
Words are easy
Occasional sleazy
Ridiculous
If need be
I have no regrets
Not a god damn one
And if I did
You are the last people
That I would outright tell
I would hide it well
Deep within my words
In the folds of every idea
No tragedy spared
No emotion declared
Numb within the process
Sort of on automatic
The pictures come
Flooding my crowded head
Keeping me from death
Purpose for each breath
I write everything out
Flow and so
On and on
I will go
Punctuation
Hell no
Each poem is an idea
A concept expressed as is
Not broken up by pauses
Semantical nonsenses
The beginning
The end
In between my friends
Is what I do
Who I am
What I’ve become
I
Me
Thee
Cannot be cloned
There will never be a duplicate
There will never be another
Only plenty of others
God made me as is
Fair
What the hell does that
Have to do with this
Absolutely nothing
Equal
Balance
Tranquil
Na, no way, no how
Highly off kilter
There will never be
Anything remotely equal
Not until I’m dead
Not until my tedious end
Until then
My truly nonexistent
Psychosomatic friends
Here I am
Doing this
What I do
Writing like a fool
Jamming words together
Using some swagger
Always endorsing myself
To everyone else
If I was born in another generation
Then maybe I would be something
But instead I am just a bleeding heart
With a pen, a page
And something to say
Oh the volumes I could speak
Thousands of images
All beckoning
Never will I reach the end
Never will I run out of ink
This poetic fool
I
Me
Thee
Cannot be cloned
And there is probably
Well, most definatly
A good reason for that
What it is
Absolutely no idea
If I could be cloned
I would resist
Could you imagine
This world with more
Than one me?

Hollyshit…




Can’t Be Cloned
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013