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Another poem of mine |
They ask me if it's fact or fiction & I tell them it's about 50/50 so pick the better half And when they start dividing that's when I conquer, I guess that means the math adds up in my favor Which makes me the odds on favorite making my opponent the underdog with all bark & no bite So all I need is a muzzle and the last piece of the puzzle Because it's incomplete like a lazy students homework Or mine when I was in school which was as done as raw meat With no butcher except for me to my grades since I couldn't even get an a in my alphabet soup My mind is hungry for some brain food but there's an intellectual famine Meaning it'll have to feast on its own knowledge & that's ironic because I've never thought of cannibalism But I refuse to be judged for it because I'm my own jurisdiction therefore I sentence myself to freedom From people who like to point fingers even though my moral compass doesn't point me in their direction Two wrongs don't make a right & they don't make a left either so I'll just stay going straight While never looking back because the past is annoying & it'll keep trying to bother me |